Little White looked at Old Zhang with round eyes. There were so many enemies, as though they had stirred up a hornet's nest. Could they really win?
All the turtle could do was roll into the Ancestor Turtle Shell in a flash and hide, sneaking glances at Zhang the Great's expression.
"This is a little beyond expectations. I might not be able to fight this many... But hunting monsters can't always go smoothly. There are bound to be surprises." Zhang Ming spoke earnestly, maintaining his image as an expert.
The number of birds kept growing. Two hundred... Almost three hundred!
Zhang Ming stared, dumbfounded. Several seconds passed before he let out a heavy sigh. "Must Zhang the Great, a promising young talent, perish before his time today? Little White, you'll have to retrieve my corpse."
Little White was utterly bewildered. He was giving up already?
Old Zhang darted into the cabin, picked up a Fishbone Spear, and assumed a textbook throwing stance.
Then he warmed up a little and put the spear back down.
Old Zhang's expression turned serious. This time, he wasn't joking. "Watch closely, Little White. There are a ridiculous number of enemies, but they aren't invincible!"
"The fastest ones, those strange-looking birds, are probably the strongest! I have to kill them first!"
"That's why I'm hiding in the cabin, to avoid getting hit by their abilities. It's not because I'm a coward, understand?"
Little White hurriedly nodded.
Understood, understood.
"As for the slower ones, they're only on the same level as that pelican. I can kill one with a single spear."
"Those monsters swimming over will need at least half an hour. We can ignore them for now."
"I chose to fight at noon because those possessing monsters might dislike sunlight. Even weakening them by five or