Chapter 558 Searching For The Mutated Animals 3

But no matter how hard they tried, their talons couldn't even graze Vulture's skin. 

His ironclad defense held firm. Eventually, the chickens' frantic movements slowed, and they hung limply from his hands, their exhaustion evident.

If not for the steady rise and fall of their chests, one might have thought Vulture had accidentally choked them to death.

With only two mutated chickens caught—each as large as a turkey—Vulture instructed the group to securely tie them with strong ropes, ensuring their talons and beaks were rendered useless no matter how much they thrashed.

As an added precaution, he had metal scraps from the wrecked animal farm fashioned into covers for their beaks, preventing any accidental injuries. The foresight to salvage the metal scraps proved invaluable.