566: Returning Home_3
The sky was gradually darkening, and they could already vaguely see Tongxian City in the distance; stopping now would surely delay their journey.
Though Mo Hua’s voice sounded tender, there was a hidden aura of unyielding authority that demanded attention.
Especially since throughout the trip, all the Monster Hunters had treated Mo Hua warmly and kindly. Such “popularity” shouldn’t be underestimated.
“Little brother…” Old Zheng hesitated.
Mo Hua raised his finger to his lips and “shushed” him, signaling him to be silent.
Old Zheng was puzzled.
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense to scout the surroundings for a moment. His expression gradually turned solemn as he muttered, “It’s… a Second Grade Monster Beast…”
Upon hearing this, Old Zheng’s legs went soft, and he said with a trembling voice,
“Se… Second Grade?”
The other trader Cultivators also had a horrified look in their eyes, then one by one, they began to discuss:
“Impossible…”
“Second Grade Monster Beasts, with their strong Blood Qi, can be seen from afar…”
“We didn’t notice anything…”
…
Before they had finished speaking, a suppressed and terrifying growl emerged from the gloomy forests on the right.
This low growl contained Evil Qi and a blood-chilling Blood Qi.
Their faces instantly turned deathly pale.
It was a Second Grade Monster Beast!
A Monster Beast stronger than Foundation Establishment!
Such a beast could feast on all of them!
With the speed of a Second Grade Monster Beast, there was no escaping!
Everyone drew their weapons, but the hands clutching the hilts couldn’t stop shaking, and their faces were filled with despair.
It was then that Mo Hua cautioned,
“Don’t move!”
Old Zheng also snapped back to reality and hurriedly spoke in a low voice, “Put away your swords, don’t show any killing intent, don’t look into the Monster Beast’s eyes.”
At this point, all he could do was pray that the Monster Beast was full and would overlook them.
If they didn’t provoke the Monster Beast, they might have a slim chance of survival.
Otherwise, it seemed likely that today would be their memorial day.
As everyone was on tenterhooks, the dark shadows of the trees stirred.
From the woods emerged a Monster Beast as tall as a man, with deep brown pupils and an intricate mix of dark and white patterns on its body, and a regal “king” Character on its head.
“A Second Grade Tiger Demon…”
Old Zheng felt bitter inside.
This was the end…
Unfortunately, it was one of the bloodthirsty and savage Tiger Demons, known for their formidable strength among Monster Beasts…
And Tiger Demons had large appetites.
The faces of everyone present were as white as paper.
But Mo Hua was taken aback.
Big Tiger?
Why does it look so familiar…
Mo Hua looked intently for a few moments and suddenly realized something, with a flash of understanding.
Was this… the Big Tiger raised in the Black Mountain Stronghold for bloodsucking? The one he once fed dried fish to, the Little Demon Cat?
It was an old acquaintance!
No, an old “demon”!
The Big Tiger’s gaze wandered through the crowd, then settled on Mo Hua. There was a moment of bewilderment, followed by confusion, and then it seemed to recognize Mo Hua. Its big eyes blinked, and the ferocity in its eyes faded away.
It seemed not to be looking for food, but had come over simply because it sensed a familiar presence.
Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, and he quickly said,
“Old Zheng, give me that Monster meat.”
Old Zheng was flabbergasted, “Monster meat?”
“The two we killed earlier…”