In the span of a few blinks, corpses of Gale Beasts lay strewn haphazardly across the mountain road. Qu Meng's idea was simple: once the Gale Beasts were killed, the entire escort party would slow down. No matter how many people they had, they would still drag down the convoy's speed.
From a distance, the escort party still seemed to have twenty-three or twenty-four Gale Beasts, along with roughly seven or eight bone prison carts, all heading west-northwest toward one of the Three Upper Cities. The remaining hunters in the convoy were extremely vigilant. Some even carried shields that were either damaged or full of holes, clearly to guard against long-range attacks from enemies.
The hunters could be seen speeding along nervously while keeping watch over their surroundings. Whenever the slightest disturbance appeared, they immediately formed a tortoise formation. They were practically terrified by the rustling of the wind and the cranes in the grass, afraid that the slightest mistake would wipe them all out.
I also took a rough look around. These hunters were fairly professional. Besides the escort party, there was another group of scouts spread out around them, clearly worried about being ambushed by Qu Meng. That made it anything but easy for Qu Meng to find a good sniping position.
But just as I was thinking that sniping them would be difficult, a gunshot rang out—and another hunter was sniped!
The patrolling hunter toppled from the back of his Gale Beast on the spot. His whole body convulsed once before going limp. A group of patrolmen immediately charged over with angry roars, but sound-location was useless here. The echoes rolling through the hills alone were enough to make everyone guess at the target's position. Even I couldn't find where Qu Meng was.
Taking advantage of the