As his words fell, Zhou Ming felt a faint stabbing pain appear between his brows.
He was being targeted by a sniper?
The thought arose, and Zhou Ming instantly used Spiritual Thread to control Silver Scale to swing its head, while his own body pressed tightly against Silver Scale’s body, reducing the area exposed to attack.
“Bang.”
A high-speed rotating bullet grazed Zhou Ming’s body and struck the rock behind him.
“How is that possible?”
Three hundred meters away, the sniper hidden beneath a large tree felt disbelief.
He had fired the moment he aimed at the target. Even if the opponent had keen perception, it should have been extremely difficult to notice the incoming danger.
However, before he could continue aiming, more than ten Ironthread Snakes had already crept over around him.
A sniper who was not a Beast Tamer was completely unable to sense changes in his surroundings through Spiritual Power.
The moment the Ironthread Snakes approached the sniper, they instantly fused into a three-meter-long giant serpent. Its serpent mouth bit into the sniper’s neck, while its body tightly coiled around him.
At the same time, after the sniper’s ambush failed, his companions immediately chose to open fire and summon their own Beasts.
They did not promptly notice the sniper’s situation, believing he could still provide them with support.
After confirming the sniper’s death, Zhou Ming did not continue to evade. He directly drove Silver Scale to charge toward the others.
When he made his move, Inkband, which was adept at concealing its aura, had already been summoned in time.
With Silver Scale acting as frontal bait, Inkband’s covert ambush became even more successful. In less than a few minutes, the looters were dealt with.
There was no need for Zhou Ming to even use the Thunder Type-2 Revolver. As their owners died, the opponents’ Beasts also perished one after another from the backlash of their Spiritual Seeds.
“Before even entering Cloudmist Basin, there’s already so much gain. Truly worthy of being a land of fortune.”
Looking at the corpses dragged over by Silver Scale, Zhou Ming casually joked.
Despite the plentiful harvest, Zhou Ming did not let his guard down in the slightest. Aside from maintaining the Ironthread Snakes forming the Radar Sensory Domain, he recalled the other Ironthread Snakes to devour the Beast corpses.
As for Zhou Ming himself, he crouched down and began rummaging through the spoils.
A moment later, a pile of spoils was laid out before Zhou Ming.
Three Beast corpses had already had their flesh devoured in turn by Zhou Ming’s Ironthread Snakes, leaving only hides, bones, claws, and fangs.
One Roaring Type-2 Sniper Rifle, renowned for precision, mainly targeting humans.
Three Storm Type-1 Assault Rifles, one Vulcan Heavy Machine Gun, and five Black Star Type-2 Pistols.
There were also knives, grenades, and piles of ammunition.
The cash on the five people totaled over ninety thousand. In addition, there were medicinal materials, Ferocious Beast materials, and one first-tier spiritual item, a White Jade Grass.
Seeing the neatly arranged spoils on the ground, four large characters instantly rose in Zhou Ming’s heart.
“Wealth Boys.”