Although Zhou Ming couldn’t see what kind of beast the enemy had, his order to Inkband was to engage and restrain it—so he didn’t worry much for its safety.
As for firearms—in this dense smoke, they were no better than sticks.
“Hound, support me! The opponent’s beast is a venomous snake—fast and deadly!”
As soon as “Monkey,” the seasoned hunter, shouted that, he rolled along the ground, fearing Zhou Ming might fire blindly at the sound.
His beast—a Sword-tailed Lizard—clashed with Inkband, its sharp and agile tail slicing through the air.
“He’s coming!”
Twenty meters away, “Hound” responded and dove flat as well.
“Boom!”
The Thunder Type-2 Revolver roared once again, revealing its fangs.
A two-meter-long Human-faced Spider seemed to be smashed by an invisible hammer, its body sliding several meters before stopping.
“Ah!”
“Bang!”
Suffering a psychic backlash, the hunter nicknamed “Hound” screamed in agony and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the distant sniper, using the flash from the Thunder Revolver’s muzzle as reference, fired blindly toward Zhou Ming.
After Zhou Ming fired that shot with his recovered right hand, he immediately ducked back into cover. He wasn’t a rookie—his time in the shooting range had paid off.
He had managed to hit the opponent’s beast thanks to his Radar Sensory Domain allowing him to judge its position within the smoke.
The beast’s large size and moderate distance had given him the lucky chance to land a blind shot.
As the saying went: When opportunity comes, those who fail to seize it will be punished. This time, luck was on Zhou Ming’s side.
“Hound…”
This time, “Monkey” didn’t shout—it was a low, furious growl.
He already knew his companion’s fate.
Knowing that Zhou Ming needed time to recover before firing the Thunder Revolver again, he ordered his beast to attack Inkband with full force.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know Zhou Ming had not one, but two Ferocious Beast–level Ironthread Snakes.
As the Sword-tailed Lizard lunged at Inkband, its master stepped out of its protection range.
“Swish.”
A flash of red light sliced across his neck. Without his beast’s protection, the Beast Tamer was nothing but prey before Vermilion Jade’s ambush.
“Ugh……”
A thin red line appeared on his neck, followed by a sudden gush of blood. His throat filled with frothy blood, producing a faint gurgle before he collapsed lifelessly.
Not far away, the Sword-tailed Lizard entangled with Inkband also instantly lost its vitality.
After finishing off “Monkey,” Vermilion Jade immediately turned to dispatch the still-agonized “Hound.”
“Roar……”
“Rumble, rumble……”
Two or three minutes after the grenade’s explosion, Zhou Ming had eliminated the ambushers—but the riot of Ferocious Beasts was already rapidly approaching.
Hearing the distant roars, Zhou Ming quickly recalled all his beasts and prepared to retreat.
As for the sniper hiding far away—Zhou Ming didn’t believe that person would escape safely from the Green Mist Jungle.
Snipers dedicated to marksmanship were rarely Beast Tamers. It simply consumed too much mental energy.
Any Beast Tamer with ambition would always prioritize advancing along the path of a Beast Tamer.