Hunter's camp.
Around it hovered many monsters from other dimensions: towering giants, ugly giant demons, fierce jackal-wolfmen, and some hidden ones with no trace.
Leading them was a beastman, naked above the waist, covered in scars, one of which was still bleeding, seemingly freshly cut.
Its blood dripped to the ground, mingling with the surrounding blood.
Chen Feng was ultimately late; the offerings laid here exceeded his imagination, many of them were professionals, as their blood carried some energy.
Too many people had died, Chen Feng couldn't confirm whether there were any Order Warriors among them.
Rescue?
It was already meaningless.
Hunters wield deadly capabilities, a guaranteed kill with one strike; this is a basic skill every believer must master. The vital spots of those dead were attacked, and even if an epic healer were here, they couldn't revive them, as their lives had long been drained away.
The beastman was a legendary strongman!
