Yao Wuchang fled deep into the Devil Forest, but the smile on his face was far more obvious than before. "Did you really think the Treasure Pouch contained all of my prey?
"I'd been guarding against you people long ago. What kind of rotten nature does the Three-Eyed Royal Clan have? I, Yao Wuchang, have seen more than enough of it these past years."
Yao Wuchang snorted coldly, then lowered his head and continued digging. Only after retrieving another Treasure Pouch did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, then waited bit by bit for the time to run out.
A Treasure Pouch contained its own Small World, but it was not some Secret Realm. It could only hold dead things, not living creatures, and its capacity was limited.
Naturally, Treasure Pouches also came in different grades. The higher the grade, the greater the space within, and the more items it could hold.
However, none of that had anything whatsoever to do with Yao Wuchang at the moment.
Time continued to slip away, second by second. After an unknown period of time, Yao Wuchang made certain no one was around before timing it precisely and rushing out of the Devil Forest toward the camp where prey was registered.
"Time is up."
An Elder of the Three-Eyed Royal Clan announced sternly.
One figure after another emerged slowly from the edge of the forest, their faces filled with regret and anger.
"Damn. This Yao Wuchang really does have a few tricks up his sleeve, using a method like this."
"Forget it. I'm afraid the top three definitely have nothing to do with him. So what if his bloodline has reverted to his ancestors?
"It's absolutely impossible for him to take first place in the Hunting Competition."
Quite a few of these people