During the most primitive times, when the ancestors of humans hunted beasts with wooden spears, it was probably this feeling.
Awe, excitement, both fearful of the true appearance of the prey and yet boiling with blood at the prospect of facing such a monster head-on.
Chen Zhou's heart rate shot up rapidly, his finger spinning next to the trigger—
He was very worried that due to his extremely tense mental state, he might accidentally fire and kill the native in front of him.
The snake's movement speed wasn't fast, and if it had swallowed a sheep, it should be even slower. He had enough reaction time.
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Compared to Chen Zhou, the "leader" who had only fought a few "well-prepared" battles and experienced life-and-death combat very rarely, Sunday appeared much calmer.
He loaded the bullets unhurriedly, steadily followed behind Chen Zhou, eyes facing forward, holding the gun in one hand, while gripping the hilt of the saber at his waist with the other hand.
