With a mournful cry, a demon beast resembling a water buffalo—its body covered in scales and armor, wind and thunder snorting from its nostrils, eyes like bronze bells, over two meters tall, nearly one and a half meters wide, and an astonishing five meters long—collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash and died.
The fatal blow was a fist mark that had struck precisely upon its hardest frontal bone.
It had sunk deeply in, all the way into its brain.
Then a small figure emerged and stood before the water buffalo he had killed.
In three swift motions, he stripped away the hide and scaled armor, drained its blood and butchered it. Other than the filthy parts where grime accumulated, he chopped everything into small pieces.
And as he cut, he roasted the meat directly at the same time!
He controlled the heat perfectly, leaving it charred on the outside and tender within.
While cutting and grilling, he tossed the prepared beef into his mouth. By the time the nearly eighteen-ton scaled buffalo demon, bones included, had been processed, he had already eaten roughly eight-tenths of it.
The remaining two-tenths vanished in the blink of an eye.
Who else could eat so much, and so quickly, but the protagonist?
Smacking his lips, Li Su rose to his feet. The beef had a fine chew and a lingering flavor. Pity there were no spices or salt—otherwise, its taste would surely have risen another level.
Ten-Mile Still Lake had only opened for an hour.
Yet he had already hunted ten demon beasts of this caliber in succession.
It had to be said: Foundation Establishment-level creatures truly were different. Their nutritional value was abundant. The energy in one beast was not as potent as a century-old blood ginseng, but it made up