Night Without End-Chapter 11 - 7 Encounter_2

As for the leftover carcasses, they were likely dragged away by other carnivores.

Just as Lu Ze said, even the outer areas of the mountains have become dangerous, let alone the depths.

Qin Ming was cautious as he left the bloody scene.

Moments later, he found numerous hoof prints in the snow and immediately became spirited, following the trail.

In the dark of night, about twenty dark figures stood ahead, all large in size, and their gathering exuded a sense of oppression.

"Horned Deer!" Qin Ming revealed a look of joy.

In the past, deer herds were rarely seen in this area.

He took down his bow and arrow, aiming at a large stag.

This was not a docile deer; mature males have six flat, sharp antlers distributed on the sides and front of their heads, resembling six steel knives. Being hit by them would most likely result in fatal wounds.

Even some ferocious beasts didn't dare to charge at them head-on; they all attacked from behind. If a person were to fall amidst this kind of deer group, the consequences would be dire.

Qin Ming drew the hard bow into a full moon shape, and with a whoosh, the iron arrow flew swiftly as lightning, piercing into the lungs of the stag.

The Horned Deer were always fierce, daring to confront various predators. After being shot, the large stag didn't flee but instead charged towards Qin Ming at the first opportunity.

After a brief disturbance, the deer herd also stormed towards him, snow splashing, hooves pounding densely, causing the entire forest to tremble lightly.

Qin Ming did not panic but once again bent the bow, hitting the target precisely. The iron arrow had great force, piercing completely through and causing the large stag to stagger.

He put away the bow and arrow, climbed a thick tree elegantly, and hid several meters up.

In the dense woods, it was difficult to aim at the game after climbing a tree due to many branches.

After running a distance, the large stag stumbled and could no longer keep up, collapsing onto the snowy ground with a thud.

Startled, the entire deer herd halted, then thundered away.

Qin Ming waited for a moment, seeing no dangerous mountain beasts appear, and then jumped down from the tree, approaching with a Hunting Fork in hand.

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This dark brown Horned Deer was exceptionally robust, weighing around 700 pounds, and had not gotten thinner even in winter.

Having such a catch, he was very satisfied.

The forest was dangerous, not suitable for staying long. He dragged the Horned Deer and immediately hurried back the way he came.

He experienced the benefits of "rebirth"; his strength had greatly increased, and pulling such a heavy game through the snow was swiftly done without feeling tired.

There were many types of trees in the wilderness, such as larch and spruce, all towering into the night sky.

The mountain wind grew stronger, blowing many snow particles that stung his face.

In the howling cold wind, Qin Ming felt goosebumps emerge as a pair of shaggy large paws suddenly rested on his shoulders from behind.

At the same time, he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck, realizing it must be an open mouth, close by, aiming to bite through his neck.

In an instinctive reaction, he shrugged his shoulders, ducked, and rolled to the side onto the snowy ground.

Despite this, he was still wounded. The force of the large paw resting on his shoulder was great, comparable to a sharp iron hook, tearing through his cotton jacket and injuring his shoulders.

The snow exploded loudly, and a terrifying black shadow, large and strong, burst out from a snow burrow following him forward.

Qin Ming reacted quickly, moving swiftly on the ground like a slithering snake, narrowly escaping.

The ferocious black shadow attacked again, its sharp claws enough to tear off a person's entire face, alongside its gaping mouth flashing cold, sharp teeth.

Qin Ming could not stand up in time, but remained calm, stretching out his hands and suddenly grasping the forelimbs firmly, controlling them.

The daunting large paws were very close to his face, nearly touching, but couldn't press down.

Facing it directly, Qin Ming finally saw the creature's face clearly.

It had a massive donkey head, a wide mouth, a long black mane on the back of its neck, and a Mountain Wolf's body, extremely ferocious as it lunged at Qin Ming's throat.

The situation was extremely perilous; the hot breath coming out of its blood-colored mouth sprayed right in front of Qin Ming, carrying a strong bloody scent.

Unflustered in danger, he tightly clutched its forelimbs, using its own paws to block its mouth full of sharp teeth from itself.

At the same time, while struggling, he curled up, tensed his legs in preparation, and then kicked out fiercely, striking its abdomen.

Qin Ming, undergoing rebirth, had astonishingly increased strength, kicking the several hundred pounds heavy mountain beast, making it tumble on the ground.

"Donkey headed Wolf!" he stared at the black ferocious beast ahead.

It was also called Mountain Scoundrel, with a donkey head and Mountain Wolf body, far more formidable than a Mountain Wolf, with a normal individual weighing at least 180 pounds; this one had clearly mutated, weighing about 400 pounds.

A ordinary person encountering it would surely die!

Its limbs were long, enabling it to walk upright. Some local elders had once seen the bizarre scene of a Mountain Scoundrel carrying prey while walking.

The mutated creature before him was fierce and agile. The moment it rose, it pushed the nearby Hunting Fork into the snow.

Qin Ming was speechless; it indeed possessed some Spiritual sense, knowing to separate him from his weapon.

The Donkey headed Wolf's gaze was fierce, its dense mane bristled, and it suddenly stood upright, growing taller, roaring there with an overwhelming presence.

Qin Ming was not intimidated, pulling a Short Blade from behind and advancing forward, being in the midst of rebirth transformation, he believed even bare-handed he could kill it.

The Donkey headed Wolf moved, bringing a fishy wind that stirred the ground snow into flying chaos, issuing a dull roar that shook the snowflakes from the branches above.