Chapter 183: The Dragon Whisperer
Beneath the dimming skies, purple blood splattered as a massive python fell to the brownish-red ground of a redwood forest, its body spasming lifelessly a few meters from its severed head.
Hal and his platoon members wiped the sweat off their faces, some breathing more heavily than the others.
"That should be it...three marked locations cleared..." Hal muttered. "But just to be sure..."
He quickly summoned his Spirit Sparrow and did one last round of reconnaissance in the area.
Only after confirming that there were no other Fell Beasts did he dismiss the tiny summon.
"We’ve cleared the area. Let’s harvest these Fell Cores and return to camp."
The biting night was fast approaching, so they had to move quickly.
Stronger beasts become more active at night, after all, and they didn’t want to encounter one on their first day.
As the Wind Magna said, they had legs and could move.
Who could say the monsters they encountered would always be within their capabilities?
Fortunately, aside from Hao’s close call, nothing of the sort happened.
They were able to harvest the last Fell Beast’s Fell Core and return to the valley just as the heavenly canvas turned dark.