The elderly and children sprawled on the ground's eyes lit up with a terrifying glow when they heard the news, a hunger for food glowing in their eyes.
However, the strong man named Liu and Wang Er knew very well that this enormous wild boar was the Demon Lord that had been ravaging the forest; many of their own had died at the hands of this beast.
Yet, the beast they had once thought was nearly a spirit lay at their feet in the blink of an eye, now a body to be slaughtered at will. Chen Xiang's strength had become even more concrete in their minds.
"Indeed, an immortal has descended!" Brother Liu muttered to himself, tears streaming from his eyes as he continuously recalled his dead kin, suddenly feeling that his survival in this dark world might have been just to witness this day.
The children were not thinking as deeply; they only knew that the boar, large as a small hill, was food — enough to fill their bellies completely.