Shell Ant

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise.
"I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..."
Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw.
"Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

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It was clearly midday, yet the sparse woods were eerily quiet.


There were no insect noises, no sound of wind, no rustling of dried leaves being crushed.


The male lion lay on the ground, and in its lower back, a slender, straight arrow was lodged, the dark red blood oozing from the wound matting its fur together, as if painted with thick clumps of black mud.


The lion's chest rose and fell violently, each breath seeming to require all its effort, as it tried to take in as much oxygen as possible to carry the scant blood through its veins to the rest of its body.


Hidden in shadow, Bi Fang made no superfluous movements. He stood silently, as if he could hear the injured lion's struggling breaths, like those of an old, damaged bellows on the verge of collapse.


Seeing this, Bi Fang did not act rashly.


Chapter 912: They Are All In Cahoots