Because some people had let their guard down, Qin Shaofeng began hunting once more.
And once he started, perhaps venting the frustration he had been holding in, Qin Shaofeng slaughtered seven or eight squads before stopping and hiding again.
His hunting speed was extremely fast. Those targeted by Qin Shaofeng had scarcely glimpsed their killer before dying for no apparent reason.
If Qin Shaofeng had not feared exposing himself, he would likely have killed even more.
At last, when someone tried contacting those seven or eight squads and found they could not get through, Ren Hai sensed that something was not right.
Ren Hai then informed Ren Da Hou, who rushed over immediately.
But what darkened Ren Da Hou's expression was that when he arrived at the locations of those seven or eight squads, there was not a single person there—not even a corpse.
This situation felt exceedingly eerie to Ren Hai, who stood behind Ren Da Hou, and it made his scalp prickle.
Just who was this human? Under such an extensive deployment and search, how had he silently killed seventy or eighty of them without a single person noticing?
Ren Hai was deeply shaken by this.
Although those seventy or eighty people had merely lost contact for now and vanished completely, Ren Hai was no fool. With only a little thought, he knew those missing people had surely been killed by that human.
However, Ren Hai did not speak at that moment, because he could tell that Ren Da Hou, standing before him, was in an extremely foul mood.
That was indeed the case. Ren Da Hou was in a terrible mood, so furious that he stood on the verge of erupting.
Ren Da Hou had never expected that, under such circumstances, his opponent would still dare kill