After half a month of hunting, Lin Yun had reaped a bountiful harvest. However, all the Tier Three Demon Beasts in Demon Beast Ridge had now grown much more vigilant, and Lin Yun's success rate had dropped significantly.
Just now, for example, the Golden Pattern Python that had just escaped was prey Lin Yun had been stalking all day. But when a gust of wind blew past, the Golden Pattern Python thought Lin Yun and Little Ape had arrived and fled into the woods without a shred of hesitation.
The prey he'd stalked for a whole day had just run off like that. Lin Yun watched the direction the Golden Pattern Python had vanished and sighed helplessly, "They're just too cowardly. How am I supposed to get anything done at this rate?"
