The sky gradually brightened.
After spending the entire night half-asleep and half-awake, the six of them finally heard the Crimson Flame Armored Dragon stop attacking.
"Let's go, let's go! The Crimson Flame Armored Dragon seems to be done!" Jing Yun said excitedly.
Liu Zi stretched, picked up his iron rod, and was about to go over with Jing Yun.
Chen Tian and the others also opened their eyes and got up one after another.
Sure enough.
The five of them took out their binoculars and saw the Crimson Flame Armored Dragon lying on the ground, barely alive. Blood flowed from its mouth, forming a pool on the ground, while the scales on its back were still smoking.
"Are we not going over?" Chen Tian asked.
"Let's wait a little longer. We'll go over after it's completely dead." Kunshan smiled. "At this point, it may still use its final breath to kill its enemies. A Beast King-level monster already possesses intelligence, so we need to be more cautious."
Chen Tian nodded.
"Look over there!" Liu Zi suddenly cried out, pointing in a certain direction.
The group looked over and saw two S-Rank Monsters—Netherworld Wolves. They were a special kind of wolf monster that preferred living alone, only traveling and hunting with one or two wolves of equal strength.
"Two S-Rank Monsters."
"I really want them."
Liu Zi and Jing Yun eyed the two Netherworld Wolves covetously. Two S-Rank Monsters could sell for quite a lot of money.
"Look at their fur and skin color, as well as the three bone spikes on their foreheads. That means they're not far from becoming Beast King-level," Kunshan said.
A smile appeared on Kunshan's face. "A three-spiked Netherworld Wolf is extremely valuable. If we can capture them alive, we should."
"Okay!"
"No problem!"
Jing Yun