Philip Shaw's hand relaxed, releasing an arrow filled with wind that left a trail of afterimage in his retina, and accurately hit the back of the massive wild boar.
"Tsk." Philip Shaw clicked his tongue lightly, feeling regret for his shot; he had originally intended to hit the boar's head.
The wild boar, injured once again, let out a distorted scream as it fell to the ground, quickly rubbed off the arrow from its back, and then stood up. Its eyes, the size of mung beans, lifted to look at Philip Shaw and the others perched up in the tree.
"Ah..." Aldana Candi let out a soft cry in fear, unable to describe the terror she felt in her heart. This boar was even longer than the two of them combined, standing pitch black under the sunlight, exuding a savage beastly aura. In those diminutive eyes, which should have shown no emotion, she saw greed and fury.
Aldana Candi realized—it already knew who had injured it!
