Bloody feast

"Second! Hurry! Cut the rope with your dagger! Hurry! It's too late!" The leading man's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared at Second on the rock wall with all his might. His eyes were red, staring at the terrifying monster, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat. He witnessed the whole process of Third being brutally killed, and at this moment, his heart was filled with fear and despair, but he was powerless, he could only watch his brother's life hanging by a thread, the only thing he could do was to pray to God for a miracle, to bless Second to escape bad luck.

Hearing his elder brother's heartbreaking cry, Second, hanging on the climbing rope, trembled all over. He tried his best to overcome the great fear in his heart, and tried to control his trembling hands. He pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist. His hands were a little soft, the back of his hand holding the dagger was bulging with blue veins. He used all his strength to cut the rope connecting him to death, one stroke after another. Finally, almost at the same moment when the monster jumped up, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced at him, the rope was cut!

Second's body instantly lost its support, like a kite with a broken string, and began to fall rapidly. But he did not panic because of this. The threat of death stimulated his instinct for survival. He forced himself to remain calm. The power brought by the surge of adrenaline made his thinking extremely clear. His legs were like springs, kicking the smooth rock wall, while his body rolled nimbly like a snake, adjusting his body posture to minimize the speed of the fall and strive for that glimmer of life, to escape the monster's sharp teeth.

At this time, his eyes were only on the ground, only on his elder brother standing on the ground, like a hopeful child, running and rushing into his mother's arms, looking forward to the peace and warmth of being embraced by his mother. He watched as he got closer and closer to the ground, closer and closer to his elder brother. He firmly believed that his elder brother would catch him steadily on the ground!

At the same time, the leading man also quickly understood and had already prepared to catch Second. He stared at the falling Second, calculating the distance and timing. Just when Second was about three feet above the ground, he jumped up with all his might, opened his arms, and pounced towards Second... This pounce actually missed! The leading man was completely unprepared for this result. He was shocked to find that Second had disappeared from his sight! At this moment, his breathing almost stopped, his mind went blank, and the only thing he could hear in his ears was the sound of his violent heartbeat, one after another, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

"Hoo...hoo..." Bursts of foul air blew from behind him, with a strong smell of blood, making people feel nauseous. He felt his shadow was slowly being enveloped by a larger black shadow. Fear surged into his heart like a tide, but he still held on to the hope of a miracle, a one in ten thousand chance of survival. His will had not been completely extinguished, he wanted to confirm Second's life and death!

His stiff body was completely out of control, but he still held on, trying to turn his neck, wanting to see clearly what was behind him. In the dim moonlight, for the first time in his life, he saw the monster's appearance so closely: it was a huge wolf, but it was different from ordinary wolves. It was more like it had undergone some kind of mutation, with an almost imperceptible halo around its body, as if it came from another world. It had sharp claws and teeth, scarlet eyes, and a body covered with black scales. It could stand on its hind legs for a short time, and its size was as large as an elephant. It was simply a monster in wolf's skin! The disgusting bloody smell was exhaled from the giant wolf's nostrils!

The leading man was completely unable to imagine that the giant wolf in front of him had such agile and swift maneuverability! The seemingly clumsy body just now was as agile as a ghost at this moment. When the giant wolf missed its "prey" on the hanging wall, it actually used its incredible grip to instantly control the inertia of its forward rush, and its four strong hind legs were like springs, storing power and twisting, and had already made all the preparations for the next attack.

At this time, the "prey" was still immersed in the fluke of surviving the disaster. He desperately fell downwards. Just when the "prey" thought he was about to escape, the giant wolf moved! It was like an arrow from a bow, or like a meteorite falling from the sky, pouncing down from a high place at three times the speed of the prey!

In the giant wolf's scarlet eyes, the "prey" below was like doing slow motion in the air, every movement was clearly visible, and every struggle seemed so weak. The giant wolf even had enough time to calmly choose where to take the first bite - was it the fragile neck? Was it the soft abdomen? Or the strong legs? It was enjoying the prey's last struggle, savoring this upcoming bloody feast.