That night, Luo Chen roamed amidst towering mountains and lofty hills.
He held the Green Musk Aggregation Jiao Flag in his hands, his eyes falling on the carcass of a solitary one-horned sheep on the ground.
A powerhouse among First Order Demon Beasts, an explosive subtype among the sheep species of Demon Beasts.
Even within the Xiao Yue Mountain Range, it held a place of its own.
Those Demon Wolves, when faced with a one-horned sheep, often had to surround and hunt to kill one.
But if they were to be rammed by the one-horn sheep, even only once, they would usually end up with pierced intestines and ruptured stomachs.
Among the people Luo Chen knew, only Duan Feng had hunted a one-horned sheep in the Ancient Plains Mountain Range.
If it were in the past, upon encountering such a Demon Beast, Luo Chen would have either fled swiftly, or slowly strangled it using guerrilla tactics.
But this time, he directly attacked it head-on, killing it with ease.