Confident that Lann really has nearly seventy percent certainty, he'd be able to end this long night of the hunt after a series of actions.
Erin's originally cold and elusive voice became fervent and full of drive.
After all, speaking in terms of human mental endurance, every awake hunter in Yan'an now has already collapsed and barely supported themselves, not knowing just how many cycles this has happened.
This indeed honed their extraordinary craftsmanship and experience, but they are all too tired.
And as the "Hunter hunting the maddened hunters," the Crow Hunter carries an even greater burden.
But "hope" is such an enticing thing laced with alluring magic power.
No matter how collapsed or weary, once people see the light of hope, they'll spontaneously muster new energy.
After their conversation, Erin shook the crow feather cloak that was matted with thick beast blood and immediately left Oton Chapel without stopping.
