The Real Hunting Ground

ming didn't want to argue with the creature he was in a tug-of-war with for the time being. He had more important things to do. The golden light column that burst out after the big cat died on the square inside the mist was the focus of him.

After all, if the cards that drop out were not picked up within a certain time, they would automatically disappear.

So, he planned to experiment with other directions of the mist.

"Raoul, I'm giving you a chance to contribute."

ming summoned Raoul from the puppet space, "Squat down."

"Heh heh~"

"Fly!"

The moment Raoul squatted down, ming jumped on his back, riding his neck with both hands holding his two horns.

As Raoul flapped his wings and flew in the direction Ming pointed, ming had to admit that Raoul was really useful, especially his two horns, which were a perfect evolution.

Stretching the left horn, Raoul knew to fly to the left. Pulling the right horn, he knew to fly to the right.