231 Hunting (Five More Updates)_1
The sheep demon’s fur was scorched black and oozing fresh blood as it lay on the mountain path.
The Monster Hunter didn’t approach carelessly, instead, Yu Chengyi glanced at the monster beast and then towards Mo Shan, giving an inquiring look.
Mo Shan’s brows furrowed slightly as he gently shook his head, indicating that the monster beast was feigning death.
So, everyone spread out, surrounding the beast and waited patiently.
Different monster beasts have different ways of feigning death, so naturally, Monster Hunters also have different ways of dealing with them.
One can’t rashly approach after Red-eyed Demon Sheep play dead.
Whoever approaches first will suffer its dying counterattack, which is extremely dangerous. If you’re unlucky, you’d end up in its belly.
If everyone approaches together, it’s easy to be affected by its demonic power.
A late-stage first-grade monster beast not only has vigorous blood Qi but also extremely thick demonic power, and the innate abilities it can display using demonic power are even more troublesome.
If one is injured by its demonic power, it can lead to big trouble.
Monster Hunters also lack long-range attack methods. Although they have bows and arrows, their power is weak. It’s feasible to explode spirit stones in a formation, but for dealing with monster beasts, it’s quite ineffective.
Therefore, to be on the safe side, the Monster Hunters didn’t act recklessly.
The sheep demon lay on the ground without moving, and the Monster Hunters also stood their ground, waiting patiently.
As the monster beast lay dying, its blood slowly flowed away, and its breath gradually weakened. With a little patience, the one who couldn’t hold on in the end would definitely be the monster beast.
Mo Hua was also hiding behind a rock, watching, his Divine Sense noting the demonic power within the beast flowing slowly.
It was as if the not-yet-dead monster beast was accumulating demonic power, yet also as if the already dead beast was losing power gradually.
Mo Hua couldn’t tell whether the monster beast was truly dead or not.
“It seems that I’m still lacking in experience. Even if Divine Sense can detect the flow of demonic power, it can’t discern the life and death of a monster beast.”
His father, Mo Shan, didn’t even need to use Divine Sense, but just by taking one look, he could tell from experience that the beast was feigning death.
An cultivator’s experience is also a form of their ability.
Mo Hua thought to himself.
The monster beast was still playing dead, and the Monster Hunters were still waiting, but Mo Hua was already tired of waiting.
They didn’t have long-range attacks, but Mo Hua did.
So Mo Hua began to gather energy and cast Fireball Technique.
As soon as the thought arose, spiritual power had already gathered at his fingertips, aimed forward, the fireball was formed, and with a roar, it whizzed out, flying toward the feigning-dead sheep demon on the ground.
The Monster Hunters were a bit astonished, but seeing that it was Mo Hua casting the spell, they felt somewhat relieved.
The Fireball Technique exploded on the body of the sheep demon, which didn’t move at all.
“Pretending to be a turtle when it’s clearly a sheep?”
Mo Hua commented curiously and then once again brought his fingers together. Another fireball flew out, hitting the sheep demon again.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, the sheep demon let out a fierce roar, stood up, its eyes blood-red and fierce, staring intently at Mo Hua.
Yu Chengyi coldly commanded, “Kill!”
Monster Hunters lunged at the sheep demon with their knives.
Already at the end of its strength, the Red-eyed Demon Sheep could no longer hold on. Its eyes were blood-red, demonic power revved to the extreme, blood Qi surging throughout its body.
Seeing this, Yu Chengyi immediately commanded, “Disperse!”
The Monster Hunters, already prepared, quickly retreated.
Simultaneously with the Monster Hunters’ retreat, the Red-eyed Demon Sheep burst into a cloud of blood mist.
Mo Hua recalled his father Mo Shan saying that when a Red-eyed Demon Sheep was on the brink of death or in a moment of crisis, it would spur its innate ability with demonic power to explode into a blood mist.
If a Monster Hunter is caught in the blood mist, their eyes would be tainted, their vision would be blood-red so they cannot see, and their mind would be affected by the blood mist.
In such a situation, without a comrade’s rescue, one’s death was almost certain.
“So, this is the blood mist…”
Mo Hua was amazed, realizing that a late-stage first-grade monster beast was even more dangerous than he thought.
Fortunately, although tricky, the blood mist didn’t last long and soon dissipated.
And the monster beast, having used up all its demonic power, truly became a lamb to the slaughter.
The Monster Hunters swiftly slaughtered the Red-eyed Demon Sheep, and with the sheep demon collapsing to the ground once again, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua scanned over the sheep demon with his Divine Sense once more.
He noticed that the truly dead sheep demon’s demonic power was circulating much slower, more sluggishly, and its color was also fading gradually.
Mo Hua memorized this difference, so the next time he needed to discern whether a Monster Beast was feigning death, he would have a basis to go on.
However, since he wasn’t familiar with late-stage First-grade Monster Beasts, he still decided to check with his dad to be sure,
“Is it dead?”