The forest was silent. The sky was gray and hazy, and the branches overhead crisscrossed so densely that it was impossible to tell which were trees and which were Contaminants.
The Hunters whispered among themselves:
"Will this method even work?"
"I don't feel like they're moving..."
"Should we back up a little? Did they see us standing here and sense danger, so they don't dare come down?"
"...I'm starting to wonder whether these things even have eyes."
"Pfft!"
"Who laughed? Hey, be serious..."
Xu Yiming quietly asked Feng Ling, "Should we move farther back?"
Feng Ling frowned and looked up at the motionless branches. "With that kind of body structure, even if they have eyes, their vision probably isn't very good. What do they use to hunt? Smell? Sound? Or can they detect body heat like snakes?"
After thinking for a moment, she borrowed a dagger from Huangfu Miaomiao and strode toward the wolf carcass. She plunged the blade into its throat, then neatly cut downward, slicing open its chest and abdomen—
A large amount of blood gushed out, carrying the lingering warmth of life as it stained the snow red.
Rustling sounds rose all around them, and fine snow drifted down in flurries.
"Is it snowing?" a Hunter asked softly.
But they soon realized it was not snow. It was the snow shaken from the treetops as the Contaminants moved.
Everyone tensed.
The Contaminants above them were moving toward the wolf carcass.
Countless slender branches followed one after another, weaving together in a dense mass, as though the entire forest had come alive.
When they remained still, the Hunters had felt lost because they could not find their targets. Now that they were all moving, the Hunters only felt their scalps go numb...
It was hard to imagine what