The compass showed that the two aberrant creatures had stopped moving.

Perhaps they had fled far enough, perhaps this stretch of towering mountains was dangerous enough, or perhaps the injured nothing beast could no longer keep going.

There were no trees here, and cover was sparse. He Lingchuan pulled out Mountain Monarch Bo’s camouflage snakeskin and draped it over himself, then kept downwind as he silently crept forward.

Once he drew close enough, he saw that the two nothing beasts were indeed resting in a mountain hollow, panting heavily. The injured one had even lain down, its legs curled under it in obvious pain.

Even so, it still clung tightly to the beast egg.

Its companion extended its tongue and licked its wounds, while one claw quietly reached out, trying to hook the beast egg over.

The injured nothing beast immediately hissed a warning at it.

It had stolen the egg but was guarding it without eating it. That meant it was waiting for its companions, or perhaps waiting for its boss?

After taking a look, He Lingchuan still did not attack. Instead, he quietly withdrew.

There were two targets, both highly aggressive and quick on their feet. It would be best to build a trap first.

Back when he was patrolling the Panlong Wasteland, he had often set snares to catch wild game and satisfy his cravings. Now, setting up traps was mere child’s play to him. He was Willow’s proud disciple, after...