The flimsy armor was effortlessly cleaved by the Mammoth Behemoth's serrated tusks, which then plunged deep into the enemy's flesh! The ring-like teeth, evolved specifically for warfare, tore through the crimson muscle and fibrous tissue with ease, severing blood vessels and nerves by way of "scraping" and "gouging," causing blood to erupt everywhere in a fountain-like spray!

A large, elongated slab of red meat was cleanly sliced away! From a distance, Fang Senyan watched and thought that when this Mammoth Behemoth charged, its serrated tusks would first grind and scrape, then it would toss its head back—it was precisely like a construction worker skillfully shoveling sand, stamping their foot, and tossing a full shovel of earth without leaving a trace into the cement mixer!

The difference was that the worker tossed out sand and dirt, whereas this Mammoth flung out great swathes of flesh and gore! The Hammerhead Thunder Beast let out a piercing, agonizing roar, ignoring its master's commands as it reared up, spun 180 degrees in mid-air, and used its massive horn to violently sweep its attacker sideways.

However, on its rear flank, a deep, one-meter-long gash had appeared, forming a distinct, concave pit! Blood poured out relentlessly, unable to stop.

What caused Oter's pupils to contract further was that the two behemoths whose heads had been severely injured by the bone boomerang actually shook their heads and charged again with renewed frenzy, trampling the ground! Oter did not know that creatures like the Mammoth Behemoth, specialized in charging to absorb enemy attacks, usually possessed four hearts and three brains!

No matter how powerful the flying axe was, how could it easily crush them? The Hammerhead Thunder Beast’s piercing scream rang out again.

Its heavy hooves stomped down onto the chitinous shell of an attacking Mammoth Behemoth, and with a loud crack, it crushed the creature's back carapace—as if stomping a cockroach—caving it in by forty to fifty centimeters and creating terrifying fissures. Milky-white fluid sprayed out, and the faint glimmer of life in the Mammoth Behemoth’s small eyes dimmed.

Yet, this legendary creature was not faring well either. The Mammoth Behemoth’s ringed teeth sliced rapidly past its flanks, scooping away huge hunks of flesh!

Clear gashes even appeared on the Hammerhead Thunder Beast's stark white ribs, and the writhing of its internal organs was vividly visible through a thin, tough membrane. Oter felt the tremors running through his beloved companion—not from fear, but from intense pain and fury!

He closed his eyes. For this powerful Mo'Sawk warrior, fleeing into the jungle now, abandoning everything, would still allow him to escape.

But Oter had never once considered this option; madness and bravery flowed in his very blood. He could not conceive of any action other than avenging his partner!

He pulled a water skin from his waist and took several long gulps. An aura of destruction emanated from his body.

By the time Oter calmly secured the water skin back at his hip and reached out again, his palm held a piece of crystalline, translucent "stone." This "stone" looked exceedingly familiar to Fang Senyan; it was a naturally formed, high-purity (over 99.9%) Pandora Crystal! While rare, like a natural gold nugget, it certainly wasn't nonexistent, especially for Na'vi natives like the Mo'Sawk, for whom obtaining it was less difficult.

When Fang Senyan saw Oter reverently holding the high-purity Pandora Crystal in his palm, a sudden, ominous premonition struck him: "Could this fellow have also mastered the method of extracting energy from the crystal?" In the very next second, centered around the crystal Oter held, a flash of white light erupted! The glow first flickered weakly, like foxfire, before slowly intensifying, and then it violently burst outward with astonishing speed, spraying forth an electrical net that enveloped the surroundings, sifting down everywhere like a sieve!

The electrical net traveled across the ground at extreme velocity, essentially sifting the nearby earth. Every Raptor Beast it touched exploded instantly into a spray of blood.

The severely wounded Mammoth Behemoth, crushed by the Hammerhead Thunder Beast, was flung away by the shock but promptly slammed back into the rearward edge of the net, whereupon it violently disintegrated from the inside, shattering into five or six massive, bloody chunks that spattered outwards, mixed with thick fluids, marking its absolute demise! Furthermore, the thick, arm-sized, bright yellow electrical net recklessly swept across the tree branches and the flowerbeds on the ground.

Leaves and branches were twisted and crumpled as if by an invisible giant hand, scattering everywhere and then drifting down like rain. For several tens of meters around, it seemed as if a desolate yet grand rain of shattered leaves was falling.

Using the energy contained within the high-purity Pandora Crystal exacted a tremendous toll on Oter's body, and even the Hammerhead Thunder Beast appeared more listless, as it too had to share the burden of the resulting damage. But just as Oter was gasping for breath, the sight he dreaded most unfolded: the two elite Mammoth Behemoths before him, though grievously wounded—their external chitinous shells shattered as if pieced together from broken ceramic, oozing grayish-white mucus from every pore—still managed to struggle up, hobbling to pin him in place.

----with an expression of chilling calm in their eyes!! Far in the distance, nearly a hundred Heavily Armored Horses had successfully fled, but suddenly, three hundred Raptors burst from underground, maliciously blocking their escape path!

More and more Raptors, having finished their own battles, began to gather sparsely on the perimeter, deliberately sealing off every possible route of escape for Oter! Ten minutes later, this flower field belonging to the Mo'Sawk tribe was a scene of utter devastation.

Amidst the gore and carnage, the air was filled with shrieks of terror that made one's blood run cold. Fang Senyan had killed all the Heavily Armored Horses and, of course, would not spare Oter and his beloved Hammerhead Thunder Beast.

However, he left a path open for the remaining Mo'Sawk tribesmen after severely wounding and crippling them. This was not an act of kindness, but Fang Senyan's calculated move to increase the burden on the Mo'Sawk tribe!

A wounded warrior consumes twice the normal amount of food, manpower, and energy. If Chief Ki'e'ok chose to save them, he would be weighed down by heavy burdens; but if he chose not to save them, internal dissent would surely tear the tribe apart in an instant!

Only then did Fang Senyan turn his head toward the person confined in the prisoner wagon—or, more accurately, the Contractor. This individual still wore an expression as if the world owed him several million that hadn't been repaid, staring coldly at Fang Senyan.

His limbs were bound by a strange, black vine that seemed to have been soaked in some virulent poison, as a deep black stain had permeated into his very skin. This must be a unique Mo'Sawk technique capable of directly suppressing a Contractor's abilities.

Fang Senyan was in no mood for staring contests. Knowing that this man likely possessed an item allowing for instant return to the Nightmare Space—at the cost of forfeiting all worldly gains—he dismissed any thought of killing him for a key drop, a move that would ultimately harm himself.

He simply turned and started to walk away. If nothing unexpected happened, the Mo'Sawk tribesmen, realizing something was amiss, would arrive fully armed in about an hour.

How they would deal with this man was no longer Fang Senyan's concern... After Fang Senyan and his group had walked nearly fifty meters, the Contractor finally broke his silence, shouting out: "You fools!

Don't your pupils tell you there's someone here who needs assistance? How can you ignore my existence?" Black Brother took a deep drag from his cigar, turned his head, and yelled back, feigning astonishment: "Is there?" The Contractor bristled with anger: "Do you people know how much you stand to gain if you release me from this damn wooden cage?

Let me give you the simplest example! Someone like Oter, the Hammerhead Thunder Beast rider we just fought, has a high chance of dropping a key!" Fang Senyan shrugged: "Sir, please forgive my directness, but if I recall correctly, during the earlier beast tide, you used dishonorable means to secure the kill credit for a Legendary Banging Ox, snatching our reward.

Therefore, I don't see much benefit in cooperating with you." "You are truly petty! Stop right there!" the Contractor snapped irritably.

"Fine, fine, I won't argue. Name your price; what are your terms for freeing me?" A smile played on Fang Senyan's lips as he turned and walked back toward him: "Mr.

Sniper—or perhaps Mr. Raider?

Forgive me, but that's all I can call you. I suspect you’ve lingered here for a very important reason, one that made you forgo substantial rewards to remain in this world.

This must be extremely significant to you, perhaps a Gold Side Quest?" The powerful sniper let out a cold snort: "Although the rewards for a Gold Side Quest are considerable, the most valuable aspect is already useless to me. So, I have no need to expend so much effort on it.

My true objective, naturally, I cannot share with you..."