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The cold wind howled through the crevices of the mountains.
Piercing cold accompanied by tiny snowflakes brushed against the cheeks of the hunters in the Hunting Team.
Luo De stood at the cave entrance, staring at the pitch-black hole before him.
"Saint Master, my Hawk saw it go inside with his own eyes."
Tucson from the Eagle Feather Race quickly walked to Luo De's side and reported in a lowered voice,
"I've been watching the area for a whole month, only now did it come out to hunt."
"I think it should have finished eating now and is asleep in the cave."
Tucson's eyes showed fatigue, clearly, a month of tracking had drained a lot of his energy.
Over a month ago, an old hunter who went into the mountains spotted a giant shadow soaring across the sky.
The old Hunter had never seen a bipedal Flying Dragon, but he knew a beast of several meters long was definitely not ordinary.
The kind of fear that seeped into his bones made him collapse on the spot.
