Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The bushes outside the crevice in the rock suddenly became completely silent.

The terrifying, foul wind seemed to be blocked outside the cliff by an invisible wall.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Only the suppressed snoring from the black dragon's throat echoed wildly in the narrow crevice of the stone passage.

Zhao Shanhe knelt on one knee behind the protruding rock, his rifle butt gripping his shoulder tightly, not daring to even blink.

He knew that the beast hadn't left.

It's right outside.

Time passed slowly, and cold sweat slid down Zhao Shanhe's temples and into his neck, sending a chill down his spine.

Sudden.

A huge front paw silently rested on the dark green, damp moss at the entrance to the crevice.

Immediately afterwards, an enormous tiger head with black and yellow stripes slowly emerged from the edge of the cliff.

Those cold, violent amber vertical pupils pierced through the dim space, fixed firmly on Zhao Shanhe's face.

When the moment actually arrived, Zhao Shanhe felt his mind go blank.

All fear and scheming were crushed into powder by the absolute oppressive feeling brought by this behemoth weighing four or five hundred pounds.

too big.

The mountain lord, now possessed by a spirit, blocked the entrance, instantly filling the passage, which was less than two meters wide, to the brim.

The man and the tiger stood facing each other, separated by a dozen steps.

The beast did not open its mouth to roar.

It seemed to understand the current situation as well.

The prey had nowhere left to retreat; behind it lay a precipice. But both sides were cold, hard cliffs, making it impossible for it to outflank and attack from the side.

If you want to swallow the meat in your mouth, you have no choice but to push forward against that dark iron pipe.

A chilling glint flashed in the tiger's vertical pupils.

It moved.

Instead of leaping into the air to attack, it pressed its enormous head down so that it was almost touching the muddy ground.

Two exceptionally thick anterior shoulder blades instantly rose high, like two natural fleshy shields, tightly protecting the vital points of the throat and heart.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The heavy flesh cushions sank into the gravel and moss.

At first it was just a slow walk, but then the pace suddenly quickened and it turned into an unstoppable charge!

A foul stench wafted towards us.

Ten steps.

eight steps.

Five steps!

All Zhao Shanhe could see was a wildly enlarging, mottled wall of flesh.

The black dragon finally let out a mournful howl and suddenly leaped away from his legs, trying to use its own flesh and blood to block the monster.

"return!"

Zhao Shanhe's forehead veins bulged, but his gun-holding posture remained as steady as a mountain, his index finger firmly wedged on the trigger, refusing to pull it down.

It can't be penetrated.

Given its current charging posture with its head down, even if the slug shatters its skull or scapula, the terrifying inertia of four or five hundred pounds would be enough to smash it like a bulldozer, crushing people and dogs into mincemeat and sending them tumbling off the cliff.

We have to wait for it to raise its head.

Wait for it to jump!

Three steps!

The tiger's massive body, reeking of a suffocating stench, slammed into the protruding rock where Zhao Shanhe was hiding.

To leap over this waist-high rock and crush its prey's neck, it must leap.

It was in that very moment.

The beast's strong hind legs slammed against the rocks, and its entire body, like a fully drawn bow, suddenly soared into the air.

The huge tiger's mouth suddenly opened, and its two thick front claws stretched forward fiercely.

And in those fractions of a second when it lifts its head and takes off into the air...

The throat, which had been tightly protected by the shoulder blades all night, and the softest white down on the chest, were finally completely and unprotected exposed in mid-air.

A terrifyingly fierce light suddenly burst forth from Zhao Shanhe's eyes, which were bloodshot from the wind and sand.

He pressed his index finger, which was on the trigger, all the way down.

"boom!"

The slug, specifically designed for large livestock, blasted out of the gun barrel with a blinding flash of fire.

The deafening gunshots rang out in the narrow crevice of the stone passage, causing boulders to fall from the cliff face.

According to Zhao Shanhe's shrewd calculations, this shot, with its thick lead bullet, would definitely be able to shatter the worm's throat and major artery.

But in the blink of an eye, the lead bullet had just left the barrel.

The colorful mountain of flesh in mid-air actually made a contorted movement that defied common sense.

Without any leverage, it forcefully twisted the thick lumbar spine, causing the massive tiger head and its chest to shift half a foot to the left.

The slug, originally aimed straight for the throat, grazed the thick skin under its neck and slammed into the thickest dead flesh on the outside of its right anterior scapula.

"puff!"

A blinding cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded in mid-air.

Minced meat mixed with yellow and black tiger fur flew everywhere.

But Zhao Shanhe's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints in that instant.

It missed the vital point.

This beast, which has lived in these mountains for countless years, not only knows how to use a gun, but can even twist its bones to avoid vital organs while leaping into the air to attack!

This beast has become a demon.

The thought had barely crossed Zhao Shanhe's mind when a suffocating, bloody gust of wind descended upon him.

The penetrating wound on its scapula not only failed to cripple this four- or five-hundred-pound overlord, but instead completely unleashed the extreme ferocity deep within its marrow.

The terrifying impact of the slug only caused it to pause slightly in mid-air.

next moment.

The massive tiger's body, carrying an overwhelming momentum, was like a crushed mountain of flesh, passing over the half-person-high protruding rock and directly pressing down on Zhao Shanhe's face.

too fast.

It was so fast that there wasn't even half a second to pull the bolt, eject the spent cartridge, and chamber a new round.

That gaping maw, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, was already right in front of us.

Two tiger claws, like steel hooks, came crashing down with a sharp screech that tore through the air, aiming straight for Zhao Shanhe's skull and chest.

The distance was too close; the shotgun became nothing more than a fire poker.

The second shot simply wouldn't fire.

Zhao Shanhe's very being exudes the fierce ruthlessness of an old hunter driven to the brink of despair.

He didn't even touch the bolt, which was impossible to pull back. Instead, he gripped the barrel and butt tightly with both hands, holding the cold, hard iron thing horizontally in front of his chest, and braced himself against the collapsing, mottled mountain of flesh.

"Snap!"

A sickeningly loud bang.

The terrifying weight of four or five hundred pounds, combined with the inertia of the aerial attack, slammed into the bolt-action shotgun without reservation.

The sturdy wooden stock snapped in two instantly, and the flying splinter pierced Zhao Shanhe's cheek.

The steel-forged gun barrel was bent into a strange arc by those steel-like tiger claws.

Absolute overwhelming power.

Zhao Shanhe felt as if he had been hit head-on by a heavy logging truck going downhill at full speed.

He couldn't even hold on for half a second. Like a kite with a broken string, his feet left the ground and he flew backward.

"Bang!"

He crashed heavily into the hard stone wall three meters away, then rolled down the moss-covered stone into the mud.

The immense impact displaced his internal organs instantly, and his sternum cracked under the strain.

He opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

But he wasn't given any time to catch his breath.

The giant worm landed without even pausing for a moment.

Blood was gushing out of the hole in his right scapula, but this did not cripple him; instead, it completely ignited the savagery in the bones of this mountain overlord.

Its cold, vertical pupils locked onto its prey on the ground. With a powerful kick of its hind legs in the mud, accompanied by a deafening growl, its gaping maw, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, lunged straight for Zhao Shanhe's throat.

There's no escaping it.

Zhao Shanhe felt as if all his bones were falling apart; he couldn't even lift his arm.

At this critical moment.

A black afterimage burst out violently from the side.

It's a black dragon.

Instead of biting the tiger's thick neck, this extremely loyal hunting dog, like a black lightning bolt, viciously bit down on the bullet hole in the tiger's right shoulder that was gushing blood.

The sharp canine teeth embedded themselves directly into the shattered scapula, and the black dragon used all its strength to frantically tear at the worm's rotten flesh.

"roar!"

Caught off guard, the beast let out a deafening scream.

Driven mad by the excruciating pain from its wound, it twisted its massive body and lashed the black dragon's belly with its thick hind leg, which struck like a steel whip.

"Waaah—"

Black Dragon let out a half-scream and was kicked more than two zhang away like a broken sandbag. It crashed heavily into the rock wall opposite the crevice, rolled into the mud and water, twitched, and never got up again.

But the half-second that Heilong risked his life for pulled Zhao Shanhe back from the brink of death.

A wild, mad glint appeared in Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

He didn't know where the strength came from, but he suddenly and viciously groped his lower back with his right hand.

He gripped the thick hunting knife, more than half a foot long and smelling of aged lard, tightly with its handle made of old deer antler.

The moment the giant worm swatted the black dragon away, the softest white skin on its neck was completely exposed.

Taking advantage of his position lying in the mud, Zhao Shanhe desperately straightened his upper body, gripped the rough and sharp antler hilt of the knife in his right hand, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he shoved the incredibly heavy blade in from bottom to top.

The blade pierced the flesh.

Extremely thick and scalding hot tiger blood gushed out wildly from the wide blade groove, instantly drenching Zhao Shanhe's face and head.