Yang Yi followed the bloody footprints and finally arrived before the enormous ship.
The footprints disappeared about two meters from the ship.
Directly ahead was not a broken-open cabin or deck, but the tilted bottom of the hull.
"Did it climb up somehow..." Yang Yi speculated.
He took a few steps back and removed his eyepatch, trying to use Three Eyes to see what was inside the hull.
One window was unusual. It was not covered in weeds or vines, as though someone had deliberately cleared them away...
Just then, out of the corner of his left eye, Yang Yi spotted a dark shape racing toward him.
The dark shape made very little noise as it ran, its steps silent on the grass. By the time its prey heard anything, it would already be too late to dodge.
But Yang Yi was different. He had caught sight of the dark shape with Three Eyes.
He immediately turned, aimed, and pulled the Flintlock's trigger.
Click!
The gun misfired.
But Yang Yi did not pause. He immediately threw a hatchet.
It was a throwing weapon Yang Yi had picked up earlier. Though low in quality, it was easy to carry and very useful.
The flying hatchet struck its target squarely, hitting the dark shape's knee with a crisp sound.
But the damage was limited. The hatchet bounced off the needlelike mane covering its body, unable to cut through at all.
The dark shape did not even pause for an instant. It ran up to Yang Yi at an even greater speed.
It was in a miserable state, its body covered in wounds and embedded arrows. Gunshot wounds and tears were everywhere, its flesh turned outward, and even a broken spear protruded from its back.
And with that blackish-gray mane, there was no