The besieged purple leopard Mutant Beast was covered in more and more wounds. Although it had no single critical injury, the numerous minor cuts were adding up. Their cumulative effect was just as severe as a major wound.
A moment later.
"ROAR..." A shrill roar escaped the purple leopard Mutant Beast's mouth. Gradually, its presence weakened until there were no signs of life left.
'Sigh, it took them so long, but those three finally took care of that Mutant Beast.' Hiding in the tall grass, Lin Li watched through his binoculars as the three Indigenous People finally finished off the Mutant Beast.
Moreover, he saw expressions of relief on all three of their faces as they began to chat happily.
Although Lin Li didn't have superhuman hearing and couldn't make out their conversation, he could easily guess what the three Indigenous People were talking about. 'This Mutant Beast was so tough! We finally took it down,' or something along those lines.
