Chen Yan frowned in thought for a moment, deciding he couldn't just sit and wait for death. He cradled the axe in his hand and chopped down a few branches nearby.
Aiming at the head of one Hunting Beast on the ground, he raised his hand and shot a branch toward it.
With a thud, the branch pierced into the body of a Hunting Beast. It roared furiously, its voice filled with pain, leaping angrily and raising its head to roar at Chen Yan in the tree.
Chen Yan saw that the branch was embedded in the Hunting Beast's back, seemingly penetrating a few inches, yet this beast had rough skin and thick flesh. The branch, as tough as iron, only caused it minor injuries, bleeding a little, but most of the force was negated by the arrows embedded in its back.
Squinting his eyes in thought, Chen Yan took out a branch and tied a piece of solid alcohol to it, igniting it.
Raising his hand, he tossed this flaming branch down again.
