"CRACK!"
With a sharp crack, the lynx's spine snapped.
The lynx shrieked in agony, its body convulsing.
Zhao Jun immediately followed with another blow. Careful to avoid hitting Daqing, he struck the lynx's neck at an angle. With another CRACK, blood foamed from the lynx's mouth, and it stopped breathing.
"Get back! Get back!" Zhao Jun yelled, waving his hands to shoo the dogs away.
Just then, Li Baoyu rushed over. He helped Zhao Jun drive all three dogs away and wrestled the dead lynx from their jaws.
"Look what they've done to it!" Li Baoyu said, flipping the lynx over. Its hindquarters had been torn to shreds by Hua Xiao'er.
As Li Baoyu spoke, the lynx's head lolled down his arm. A large flap of skin on its head, including an ear, had peeled away from its skull and hung loosely.
Daqing's bite may have been gentle on wild boars, but it was vicious with the lynx, managing to tear the skin right off its head.
