Chapter: 662

Escaped the lizards and the desert anyway. The beast was still travelling across and Jay was out of mana, and pretty low energy too. There was nowhere to run.

Jay let out some frustration on the lizards.

“I should’ve killed you little fuckers when I had the chance…” he said, spitting right onto the heads of one of the lizards.

Jay smiled slyly, satisfied that he hit one. There was something satisfying to him about spitting in the faces of his enemies.

Suddenly, the lizards began moving again.

They seemed to be smelling something else.

Something with a stronger scent – the blood-vine bear.

The lizards had let one meal escape, but now there was another one, and coincidentally they were right in front of it – it was even heading right towards them.

The blood-vine bear, while observant, did not notice the lizards that were attacking Jay from below. It was more preoccupied with dodging between the mushrooms and the delicious scent of blood coming from Jay.

Little did it know, it was now the one being hunted.

Small waves of sand covertly swarmed towards the blood-vine bear.


For a moment, Jay was distracted as he thought it quite odd: He had hunted the lizards, the lizards hunted the bear, and the bear hunted him.

“Almost like a circle of life. Or death.” he shrugged.

Jay planned to run as soon as he reached the other side – he didn’t expected the bear to follow him across the mushroom path. Furthermore, he also didn’t expect the lizards to try and kill him either.

For this reason, he waited for a moment, curious to see what would happen.

The underground lizards was all swimming towards the unsuspecting blood beast, but he couldn’t help but wonder one thing.

“Why didn’t they attack the skeletons…?”

Of course, the lizards relied on their sense of smell, but the skeletons Jay had were ancient, pulled from a mass grave of Helvetians.

The only smell coming from them was death and decay. A putrid rot.

Suddenly, the skeletons holding off the bear were given some respite as the bear stopped attacking for a single moment.

It felt some fruit on its flesh – it knew it had to cut it off or a tendril would pull it apart.

It lifted its paw and gazed as a growth of red fungus that became as hard as stone.

To the bears surprise, there was no tendril attached to the fruit.

Suddenly, another one attached to one of its other feet, and below its body more red fruit appeared in the jaws of lizards, all poking up to try and attach one to it.

The beast didn’t even roar, there was no time to be angry. It knew it had to move.