Bloody Spear's scheme was certainly vicious, but how could his rash actions compare to Fang Senyan's meticulously planned maneuverings?

The Hill Cyclops was no scavenger; it disdained any corpse it had not personally dispatched for food. Ronnie had verified this grim fact during his prior desperate flight with the Raging Wolverine.

Thus, Fang Senyan and Ronnie decisively chose the optimal strategy: feigning death.

Upon seeing this display, the Predator Arbiter's eyes nearly burst from their sockets. One could be certain that if he still possessed any throwing spears, he would launch them furiously at these two "corpses," turning their pretense of death into absolute reality.

However, the Arbiter's last remaining war spear was currently trembling precariously lodged near the edge of the eye socket of the gigantic beast behind him, eternally pulling his attention with pain and blood.

Strictly speaking, if the Predator Arbiter were fully armed and equipped, taking down this Hill Cyclops one-on-one would not be an overwhelmingly difficult task, as the Cyclops' weakness was far too obvious: once that single eye was destroyed, its immense brute strength would become useless.

The Arbiter's dual shoulder cannons unleashing a rapid barrage, supplemented by the fearsome piercing power of his throwing spears, resulted in a startling burst of immediate force. Even if he couldn't completely shatter the Hill Cyclops' eyeball and plunge it into a semi-blind state, blinding it would certainly be achievable. After that, the slow, deliberate throwing of war spears would come—slicing like a dull knife, allowing him to toy with his prey at will...

But Bloody Spear had first engaged in a fierce battle with Fang Senyan and his group, and then coated himself entirely in the blood of the Great Marmot. Now, encountering the Hill Cyclops at its peak strength was tantamount to Fang Senyan's team plus the Hill Cyclops subjecting Bloody Spear to a relentless wheel of combat. No matter how much of a cheat code Bloody Spear might be, he stood no chance unless he could reach the caliber of Paul from the Caribbean world.

Watching as Bloody Spear, his face contorted in a demonic, ghastly grimace like a vengeful spirit, charged toward them, Fang Senyan and Ronnie squinted, sneaking glances. This bastard was clearly intent on dragging them down with him in a final, desperate gambit. If he got close, things would genuinely become troublesome.

Fortunately, Fang Senyan had developed a habit of always keeping a fallback plan ready for any endeavor. Thus, he was not entirely helpless at this moment. About a hundred meters away from them, the earth suddenly exploded sideways, launching a massive creature from below—it was Ramtas, Fang Senyan’s cultivated beast!

This loyal monster, suppressing the terror thrumming within its core regarding the mighty Hill Cyclops, let out a roar, hunched over, and fired three quills. Bloody Spear merely buried his head, his forward momentum completely undiminished, allowing the three quills to lodge themselves quivering in his body.

The Predator Arbiter was already in a state of pure frenzy. His sole conviction was to reach these two contemptible, 'dead' figures before him and drag them into the grave alongside him! Everything else was irrelevant smoke!

Fang Senyan sighed, silently deploying his final trump card: the Dark Gold Bloodsucking Leech. This creature descended suddenly from above! Its massive body instantly coiled around the Predator Arbiter, causing his speed to plummet drastically.

Seizing this opportunity, Ramtas roared and lunged forward, clinging fiercely to the enemy who was now so mad he was nearly out of control.

Under this double restraint, the Predator Arbiter's vaunted speed dropped sharply. Although he was only seventy or eighty meters from Fang Senyan and the others—a distance that normally took him mere seconds to cover—it now felt like an insurmountable chasm...

The Predator Arbiter struggled for only two or three seconds before the enraged Hill Cyclops thundered over. With one brutal stomp, it kicked the Dark Gold Leech and Ramtas flying aside, then extended its enormous, thick arms, grabbing the Predator Arbiter by both legs and tearing downward with savage force... Fang Senyan and Ronnie instantly understood how the Ferocious Badger had met its gruesome end.

Even the mighty Predator Arbiter let out an indescribably horrifying shriek of agony under the Hill Cyclops' savage assault. Because the Cyclops' initial tear had proven insufficient—it had only ripped less than thirty centimeters of his torso—the resulting physical torment was astonishingly painful, coupled with a fear that could shatter the soul.

Evidently, the Hill Cyclops felt extreme indignation that its tearing attempt had failed. It swung its arm back, smashing the Predator Arbiter against a nearby boulder, which was immediately stained with the Predator warrior's distinctive emerald blood.

However, the Predator Arbiter proved worthy of his near-BUG level of tenacious vitality. Even at this moment, his life force and will to survive were still burning fiercely. With a roll, he attempted to scramble up and flee again. Yet, he overlooked one critical factor: the Hill Cyclops was arguably far superior to him in terms of ranged attacks!

A massive granite boulder instantly materialized in the Hill Cyclops' grasp according to its will, and it hurled the rock violently toward the Predator Arbiter!!!

This ordinary piece of granite might seem negligible compared to his Burning Spear. But! When this granite bore an acceleration of 1300 meters per second, it transformed into a terrifying, world-shattering super-weapon capable of making the mundane magical!

The rock whistled past with a thunderous sonic boom. After being struck, the rock exploded against the Arbiter’s back. Since he was already running at high speed, this impact sent him airborne, feet leaving the ground as he shot upward, tracing a ghastly arc of blood through the air. He glided for nearly a hundred meters before landing heavily, then slumped motionless.

The Hill Cyclops panted heavily, wiped a stream of snot from its face, flicked it away, and grinned wide, revealing massive, crooked, yellowed teeth.

The Cyclops then casually uprooted a tree, stripping its branches in a few swift motions to fashion a massive club. It lumbered over to the Predator Arbiter, squatted down beside him, and began "processing" Bloody Spear with the club, swinging it rhythmically as if beating laundry.

Finally, it tossed Bloody Spear's body, which had been rendered entirely into a pulp, into a gigantic leather sack. It seemed this creature was not merely a glutton; it intended to roast and consume the corpse.

From start to finish, the Hill Cyclops had not spared a single glance for Fang Senyan and Ronnie, who lay apparently dead beside it. This monster demonstrated high vigilance; it truly did not consume deceased creatures, not even those merely appearing dead. This was likely related to its position at the apex of the food chain, rarely needing to worry about hunting for sustenance.

However, after lumbering some fifty or sixty meters away, the Hill Cyclops suddenly stopped and turned back. Its eye, bloodshot from injury, conveyed a look of deep confusion as it fixed intently on Fang Senyan's location, seemingly sensing that something was amiss.

Then, the Hill Cyclops approached with heavy "thump-thump-thump" steps. After standing cautiously for a moment, it bent down to examine the two men closely. Its massive nostrils flared repeatedly, causing the surrounding tall grass to sway with each breath.

The distance between them was now incredibly short. The Cyclops' enormous eyeball was probably less than a meter from the two men. More pressingly, the intense body odor emanating from it washed over them—a powerful composite stench of decay, body odor, rank fishiness, and sweat, almost sickeningly potent.

Yet, the Hill Cyclops used this powerful scent to ward off ubiquitous biting insects and parasites. Among their species, a stronger stench indicated a healthier male, making him more desirable to females (repelling all evil). Therefore, the creature before Fang Senyan and his companion was likely a highly sought-after specimen within the Hill Cyclops community—its odor equivalent to wearing a limited edition 1874 Dunhill perfume as a leading suitor.

The Hill Cyclops loitered there for about two or three minutes before moving away again, awkwardly scratching its bald head with a thick, clumsy finger, still appearing puzzled by something... It wasn't until the black hyenas appeared on the savanna, confirming that two corpses lay there, that Ronnie and Fang Senyan finally climbed up and easily chased away the greedy scavengers.

The two men looked at each other, experiencing a sensation akin to surviving a lifetime apart. Fang Senyan glanced toward Ramtas, who had been casually kicked aside by the Cyclops but lay with eyes wide open, seemingly determined to fulfill his duty. Meanwhile, Android No. 1, buried underground, was alive and well, looking at Fang Senyan with deep admiration.

It was known that Android No. 1 possessed access to far more relevant data than Fang Senyan, yet Fang Senyan had managed to orchestrate such a ruthlessly intricate killing maze using that knowledge, while No. 1 himself could do nothing. The gulf between them was clearly unmeasurable by mere logic.

Suddenly, Ronnie let out a loud shout, one laced with profound astonishment and an indescribable surge of ecstasy: "Look at the sky!"

Fang Senyan immediately raised his head and his spirit was deeply shaken! In the black night sky, the two Eplos meteor belts circled the entire planet like brilliant ribbons, but the Predator mothership that had been suspended above the firmament had vanished without a trace sometime before!!!

"An opportunity!! This is a golden opportunity!!" Ronnie yelled. "The mothership must be in pursuit!"

Fang Senyan nodded seriously. "Indeed."

The moment the word left his mouth, he suddenly drew his blade!!

The +13 Vesta flashed with an intensely sharp glint as it swept across, cleanly severing Ronnie's already badly injured legs at the root!

Hahaha, can you guess why Fang Senyan drew his blade? (To be continued...)