Night Without End-Chapter 12 - 7 Encounter_3

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Qin Ming's Short Blade clashed with its large claws, emitting a crisp tremor.

The Donkey headed Wolf stood erect, its eyes blood-red, attempting to embrace him and tear him apart with its bites.

Qin Ming moved as fast as lightning, the bright blade slicing through, its mouth bleeding, its sharp fangs chopped off.

He followed up quickly, his right leg swung like an Iron Whip, striking heavily on its body, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, it let out a piercing scream.

Qin Ming pounced on it, pressing the four-hundred-pound Donkey headed Wolf into the snow, pounding down with his fists continuously.

With a crack, the neck of the Donkey headed Wolf was broken by him, twisted there, motionless.

It was a mutated creature, its black greasy fur was of high value and was preserved quite intact.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be shocked, as the exceedingly fierce Mutated Donkey headed Wolf was actually killed by Qin Ming with his bare fists.

Soon, Qin Ming found a leftover Iron Arrowhead on its body.

He was certain that this was the mutated creature that attacked him the last time he was digging through the red squirrel's nest.

He hadn't seen it clearly at the time due to the distance, but he had shot that creature that day.

Qin Ming touched his shoulder; the wound was not deep and the blood soon stopped. The process was actually quite dangerous—if he had reacted just a beat slower, not only would his shoulders be torn apart, but his neck might have been bitten through as well.

He had used up a lot of energy, his stomach growled non-stop like beating drums, he felt so hungry it made his heart panic, and he really wanted to roast a deer leg right there and gorge himself.

However, starting a Fire in the night was like a lighthouse in the mist, a guiding light, dangerously exposing oneself to all the creatures in the mountains and forests.

Qin Ming looked at the Donkey headed Wolf at his feet, the Horned Deer not far away, and then at the low mountain in front of him, realizing it would be rather troublesome to carry two big guys over the mountain.

He decided to "lighten the load."

The Horned Deer and the Donkey headed Wolf had just died, their bodies still warm; as he cut open their fur with the Short Blade, blood immediately surged out, staining the snow red.

Although he was a clean-cut young man, his wilderness survival skills were very strong, because he had always relied on himself to live.

He drew his blade quickly, cleanly, and efficiently, gutting the prey, and buried their innards in the snow right away to conceal the scent of blood.

"Hope there are no dangerous creatures nearby," Qin Ming thought it wouldn't be a big problem, after all, this was the outer area of the forest.

Yet, as he reached halfway up the mountain, he heard a huge commotion in the distance.

This was no ordinary noise, it startled many birds in the forest to rush into the night sky, and many mountain beasts fled quickly.

"Did the smell of blood attract a giant beast?" Qin Ming's brows furrowed tightly as he looked toward the distant dense forest.

The noise grew louder and closer, accompanied by roars, and the snow on the ground was churned up, with the sound of breaking tree branches occasionally coming through.

Soon, he saw a huge creature, as tall and strong as an Iron Armor Car, extremely fierce, overturning all obstacles in its path.

It was wounded, covered in blood; this was likely a defeated giant beast fleeing to this area, not coming for Qin Ming.

He gasped in cold air; it was a Wild Boar, frighteningly large, at least over fifteen hundred pounds.

It is known that a six-hundred-pound wild boar could be king among its species; this one far surpassed its peers, covered in steel-like coarse fur, its white sharp tusks longer than an adult's forearm, its visage too ferocious.

Inside, Qin Ming wondered, such a mighty Wild Boar King had been defeated; what kind of creature was chasing it?

He had originally thought this great beast would pass by from the foot of the mountain and go away; unexpectedly, it sniffed with its nose and then charged up the low mountain.

The injured Wild Boar King was highly sensitive, and the scent of blood in the forest agitated it.

Qin Ming realized the trouble was big, not only because the giant beast was extremely dangerous, but also because the mysterious creature pursuing it might also follow.

He could faintly hear movement in the distant dense forest.

The sound of the wind grew weaker and eventually disappeared.

The mountain-sized Wild Boar King charged over, barbaric, ferocious, trampling the snow into flight, rushing headlong, breaking branches everywhere, some dead trees even snapped off at the trunk.

Qin Ming's expression changed slightly, climbing a tree that required several people to encircle, he took a high position, ready to shoot arrows at its eyes, heart, and other vital points as it approached.

The huge Wild Boar King drew near, its coarse black hair standing upright, and when it raised its head, its face clearly visible, it surprisingly had a layer of black scales, emitting a cold metallic luster, looking more ferocious and fierce.

Qin Ming frowned, getting thoroughly eyed by the oppressive giant Wild Boar King; he placed the Iron Arrow on the bowstring, aiming downward.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong; the forest fell quiet in an instant. All the birds and Raptors that had rushed into the night sky earlier had disappeared; those fleeing mountain beasts seemed to vanish as well, and the vast dense forest suddenly had no sound at all, which was extremely abnormal.

At the same time, he saw a light rising from a distant peak; it started off soft, soon becoming splendid and gradually rising higher.

At this moment, the temperamental Wild Boar King didn't dare make a sound; it retreated silently, cautious not to break any branches, as careful as a little cat, hiding in the dark area with dense trees, and eventually burrowed into a depression, covering itself with snow.

In the age of Eternal Night, there was supposed to be nothing in the sky, always pitch-black.

Yet the night sky now had a light that became brighter and brighter, like a bright full moon hanging high in the sky.

Qin Ming was greatly shocked in his heart, because he knew, that was actually a bug.