Mu Qi, his left hand braced against a tree trunk, raised his right hand and rubbed his brow. With a trace of helplessness in his voice, he said slowly,
"Are all the new Beast Hunters this useless? Every one of them has a decent weapon. If they'd just found the right opportunity and stabbed straight at the vital points, this beast would have been dead long ago. Why make it so difficult..."
Although the two men were not professional Beast Hunters, they had extremely rich combat experience. Dealing with a relatively weak beast like this one should have been easy—they could have finished it in a single exchange.
At that moment, seeing the few new hunters fail to bring down their target after so long, they were both anxious and amused. They almost wanted to step in and help them themselves.
The grassland wolf was covered in more and more tiny wounds. Blood continuously gushed from them, staining its gray fur red and dripping onto the ground in dark spots.
As it lost more and more blood, its movements gradually slowed. Its strength rapidly ebbed away, and its breathing grew heavy.
Yet it did not give up resisting. Instead, it became even fiercer, repeatedly counterattacking the hunters as it sought a breach through which to escape.
The grassland wolf clearly knew that its situation was growing increasingly dire. As it maneuvered around the hunters, it kept rolling its eyes and warily observing the surroundings, searching for a chance to flee.
Suddenly, a slightly chubby hunter seized an opening... As the grassland wolf pounced at another hunter, he abruptly swung the battle-axe in his hands and hacked viciously at its waist.
The battle-axe came with a howling wind, wrapped in a faint halo of Spiritual Energy, and was about to strike