Over the next few days, the commotion on the southern side of the grassland did not subside.
Several more groups of Giant Horned Rams slowly approached the area. Perhaps the pasture resources were abundant, or perhaps the rams had yet to realize that this place had once been the focus of a slaughter.
The Flame Swordsman Regiment seized the opportunity. With disciplined tactics and highly coordinated attacks, they killed batch after batch of magical beasts, and their hunting gains continued to grow.
By the seventh day, the number of magical beasts slain had exceeded seven hundred, only a step away from the strategic target Ang had initially set.
During this time, an Earth Mane Lion that had clashed head-on with Ang several times quietly slipped into the outskirts of the camp.
Using the cover of night, it lurked in the grass, its eyes filled with resentment and hunger.
However, before its attack could truly begin, Ang, who had already laid an ambush, pinned it in place with a flaming chain before cutting its throat with a single stroke.
The male lion's body crashed heavily onto the ground, thick smoke rising along with the scent of blood.
When the morning sunlight fell, the Earth Mane Lion's hide had already been completely skinned and hung from a drying rack beside the camp, swaying in the wind like a banner.
As for its meat, it naturally became the Flame Swordsmen's next hot meal.
The roasted meat sizzled. As the swordsmen ate this former "hidden danger," they murmured among themselves about Ang's composure and ruthlessness—there had been no unnecessary emotion, only precise action.
A week passed in the blink of an eye. As the number of Giant Horned Rams captured exceeded twelve hundred, Ang realized that if they did not leave soon, this "game