The sheep demon's fur was scorched black, blood streaming from it as it lay collapsed on the mountain path.
The Monster Hunters did not approach rashly. Yu Chengyi glanced at the demonic beast, then looked toward Mo Shan and gave him an inquiring look.
Mo Shan's brows furrowed slightly, and he gave a faint shake of his head, meaning the demonic beast was feigning death.
So everyone spread out, surrounded the demonic beast, and waited patiently.
Different demonic beasts feigned death in different ways, and naturally, the Monster Hunters responded in different ways as well.
A demonic beast like the Red-Eyed Sheep demon could not be approached rashly once it began playing dead.
Whoever approached first would suffer its final counterattack before death, which was extraordinarily dangerous. If one's luck was a little worse, they would be buried straight in the demon's belly.
If they approached together, they could easily be caught in the sweep of its demonic power.
A late First Grade demonic beast not only had vigorous blood vitality, but its demonic power was also extremely deep and thick. The innate abilities it unleashed with that demonic power were even more troublesome.
If one were injured by its demonic power, things would become very troublesome.
The Monster Hunters also lacked long-range attack methods. Though they had bows and arrows, their power was not great. They could set off the Spirit Stones on a formation, but using them against demonic beasts was tasteless as chicken ribs.
So, for caution's sake, the Monster Hunters did not act recklessly.
The sheep demon lay on the ground without moving, and the Monster Hunters stayed on guard where they were, waiting patiently.
The demonic beast was on the verge of death. Its blood trickled out bit by bit, and its aura weakened bit