Kazik used its forelimbs to dismember a dragon lizard into countless pieces, no matter how hard the bones were, easily sliced under its claws, and the wounds were as smooth as finely cut jade.

"Digest, then evolve."

It uses the tip of its sickle-shaped forelimbs to prop up a square piece of bone-in meat like a flat piece of beef, and then steadily feeds it into its mouth full of sharp teeth.

Compared to other void creatures, its eating style is relatively "Sven".

Its kindred either like to swallow it raw to the stomach, or like to corrode it into a liquid with acid and then suck it all out, and it is very rare for a person like Kazik to chew food.

Not because of how advanced its sense of taste is, but because it understands every inch of these creatures by chewing, and then deduces the function of this part of the tissue.

Only through such deep research into the bone marrow can it imitate the characteristics of these creatures and replicate them in its own body, arm itself, and complete its evolution.

But don't doubt its feeding speed, this dragon lizard, which is twice its size, has left only a trail of blood in less than twenty minutes.

There was no effort to wipe the mouth, and there was no need to wipe the mouth, because it would soon be covered with blood again - it was far from full.

Kazik thrust his forelimbs into the blood-stained soil and landed on all fours, stretching his body as best he could.

I heard a roar of unknown meaning coming from its mouth, and the food was converted into biological energy and then eroded by the void, without wasting a cent, all efficiently converted into a part of its body.

"I am a living change, an evolution! And then destroy ......" The void has no words, but that doesn't mean his roar has no meaning.

Several sharp sheath thorns pierced the flesh in a roar, slowly burrowing through the gaps in the shoulder joints, faintly electric pulses, making its broken body majestic and majestic.

After several days of day and night hunting, its injuries have been healed for the most part, but there are still some traces of melting on the chitin carapace, and the elytra are like dragonflies with sheared wings, mutilated.

Compared with before, its carapace has an extra layer of dark red choroids, which is a high-temperature and oxidation-resistant structure that has evolved after being burned, and if it is allowed to face the fire-breathing human, it will never lose so badly.

It is now in Nancheng District, where there are not many prey, and now it has eaten it up.

He had to change the slaughterhouse again, and only by constantly eating could he fully recover from his injuries.

After observing for the past few days, Kazik found that on the other side of the haze, there was a lot of food in the north of the city, which was endlessly delicious.

But the humans were huddled together, and they had the weapons that burned it, and it was tricky.

But after observation, it found a solution. Now it's evolved a sheath thorn, and this thing will pierce and connect all those humans like a bamboo stick!

Endless hunger was urging it, and so did the creatures of the Void, they would never be satisfied, they would never be satisfied.

Kazik pulled his forelimbs out of the soil, trembling his tentacles to explore the movement around him, then cautiously hunched over into the haze.

……

Got a hint from Jeno's words, Rengar, who had been squatting on the canyon bridge for most of the night, finally got his wish, and the hazy purple figure in the haze in front of him was not the Kazik he thought about day and night, who else could it be?

In order to squat it, Rengar crept away while Nedri was asleep, and made false traces to mislead Nedri, so that Nedri would not find her so quickly when she woke up.

Nedri's presence only distracted him, and now it was his and Kazik's time alone.

As the human had said, Kazik was really injured, but fortunately he was still working hard, and he was almost recovering—the fluff on the back of his neck had been burned and had not yet grown, his skull was pitted, his tentacles were broken, and there were leaking holes in his elytra, which were as thin as cicada's wings.

He observed with a hideous one-eyed that Kazik's current state was actually okay, his claws were sharpened to the stirrup, and his eyes were still fierce, and it seemed that he would not let his shot be too cheap.

Behind the tangled vines on the bridge, the Reengar cat was amused to see Kazik cautiously bowing closer, not even daring to flutter his wings.

Although the dark purple carapace can hide well in the haze, it has no effect on Rengar, who has locked onto the target with his magic, and his every move is watched in the dark one-eye.

Unaware of the fact that he had been exposed, Kazik's botched stealth looked like a severely crippled in Rengar's.

Rengar licked the scimitar: "The tip of the tongue is full of coldness, ah, the smell of iron, sweet with a bit of bitter fragrance." ”

This is the knife that the legendary hunter Malcon threw at him, and it was stained with glory as he completed countless difficult hunts. Soon, the knife will cut off Kazik's head and be washed away by glory once more.

Kazik is getting closer!

Rengar could smell its dripping saliva—it smelled of decay, like a rotting corpse in a stinking gutter.

Just by sniffing like this, Rengar wanted to vomit, but fortunately, his stomach was far from being comparable to others, so he held back the nausea and did not show his feet.

It's almost there!

Rengar is a nocturnal creature, and the desire to kill is at an all-time high tonight.

Get on when you're ready!

"Tonight, hunt hard!"

As Kazik stepped into his elaborate rattan trap, Reengar lunged out of the grass with his cuttle, stabbing it in the back from top to bottom with Kazik's favorite attack.

There was a feeling of obstruction in his hand, it was the scimitar wrestling with the carapace, and Rengar pressed down hard, and the victory was quickly decided. The scimitar pierced through the hard carapace, the feeling of breaking through the obstacles and the screams of Kazik's pain made him extremely excited—it was the feeling of being inserted into Kazik's body!

Subjugate!

Kazik's muscles were dense and somewhat firm, but Rengar quickly pulled out the stinking slime-stained scimitar and sent the cruel and ruthless iron into its body once more.

The pain was only for a moment, and Kazik reacted, spreading his elytra and slapping Reyngar's face, one forelimb severing the vine trap that bound his ankles, and the other swept backwards, fighting Reingar in a way that was wounded for injured.

The seasoned hunter will do his best to avoid injury in the hunt, and Rengar draws his sword and jumps back to avoid the sweep, and the scimitar flicks in his hand with a quick change of grip, and the blade stabs forward again into the opponent's hind leg.

Purple blood flowed down the carapace of Kazik's body, and every wound was deep into the bone. The pain didn't distort Kazik's movements, and he flapped his wings into the air, dodging the thorn, and then hovered in the sky, staring at Reingar with its hideous head crooked.

Rengar knew it wasn't that easy—the Void Creature was not afraid of pain, it didn't have the weakness to kill with one hit, and the last time it lasted a day and a night, he experienced the perverted vitality of this creature.

These two knives might be enough to kill an adult dragon lizard, but when used on Kazik's body, they only left him with some blood.

The countless scars in his life have taught Rengar the secret of hunting. However, the secret is not to be strong, but to let him know that observant hunters tend to hunt big ones more easily than skilled hunters.

The worm with broken wings will not be able to flutter for long, and Kazik will have to come down and be stabbed sooner or later, Reingal thought cruelly.