Under normal circumstances, high-level demonic beasts have their own territory and their own fixed hunting areas, but the situation of the Little Emerald Forest has broken Yevre's inherent cognition again and again.

Not to mention the sneaky sneak attack of the colorful demon leopard, the previous heaven-level demonic beasts had already made Yevre messy.

Therefore, this time he went out hunting, Yevre became more and more cautious, turning on his spiritual perception anytime and anywhere.

Although it's a little helpless, it's a good exercise of rough mental power.

The group hunted elves and continued to search for nearly three thousand miles before they found a mutated earth-level demon wolf.

The demon wolf, which was supposed to live in a pack, didn't know why, but he was hunting alone.

The mutant demon wolf's fur is messy, his eyes are sharp, his left hind limb should have been injured, he limped when he ran, and his body was quite strong, and it was estimated that he should be able to obtain nearly 30,000 pounds of food.

That's right, Yevre, who is becoming more and more skilled in cooking, has been able to barely estimate the proportion of the opponent's meat through the subtle observation of the appearance and movements of the demonic beast through his mental power.

This mutant demon wolf is really not very good, and he didn't even let go of the giant colorful demon chicken in the lower realm of the Xuan Rank, pounced on one by one, and then bit the bloody blood.

Except for a little colorful chicken feathers scattered, the mutant demon wolf crunched so much that even the chicken bones went into the belly.

Looking at this appearance, I don't know what tragic things have happened.

In order to let the mutant demon wolf no longer endure the miserable life, the merciful and compassionate Yevre quietly lurked not far from Duqi, and easily sent it into the hands of Amunrus with three thousand soul needles that were formless and substantial.

"There really are very few prey today! don't you have any other suggested route?"

With such an inefficient search, Yevre is really a little tired.

It had been a few hours and thousands of miles away, and there were only three prey in sight, which was far from the bumper harvest of the first hunt of the Evre.

"I guess it's still because of the influence of the Heavenly Rank Demonic Beasts, a large number of Earth-Rank Demonic Beasts that are scattered around have not yet returned to the surrounding area. If you keep walking, you might be surprised. ”

Amunrus was half comforting Yevre, half convincing himself, barely giving everyone a little more self-confidence.

The members of the hunting group were relatively silent this time, and basically did not say a word unless it was necessary.

"Well, let's go ahead then! I hope the luck doesn't really get that bad. ”

Evre shook his head, said hello, and left the eerie surface, flying straight into the air three thousand feet through the lush foliage.

Still hiding his figure, using his eyesight, with the help of spiritual indoctrination, his eyes are shining left and right.

There are no earth-level demonic beasts in a hundred miles around here, and there are no anomalies in the three hundred miles ahead......

Yevre flew unfast, basically maintaining the same speed as the elves of Amunlus and his party on the ground, constantly circling around within a radius of 10,000 miles.

Luck, it's average.

Once again, he used the method of soul needle sneak attack to catch five demonic beasts of the lower realm of the ground level, but the volume was very average, and they were all a little abnormal, as if they had been expelled losers.

These five Lower Realm Demonic Beasts only provided less than 100,000 pounds of ingredients, which was not as powerful as the previous Colorful Demon Leopard and Two-winged Demon Tiger.

Jevre stopped under the trunk of a giant tree, rested for a while, regained his strength, talked to Amunruth about the situation nearby, and continued to spread his wings.

Today's harvest is really not good, so let's continue to search for a while, anyway, I didn't find any trace of Heavenly Rank Demonic Beasts nearby.

However, there were more and more low-level flying beasts in the sky, and from time to time they passed by the invisible Jevre.

Among the elven tribes in distress, there are not many ground-level mages who are proficient in stealth techniques, and there are only three, and they basically take turns to go out with the hunting elves.

The existence of the Ground Mage alleviates a lot of trouble for the hunting members.

Although the attack power is average, the various auxiliary spells complement each other in this vast dense forest.

A single invisibility technique can make Yevre invisible for two hours, which seems to be a little more professional than Lias.

Because there were not too many prey on the ground level, far less than Yevre's expectations, he simply flew in a straight line for nearly 10,000 miles this time, and after harvesting a few prey again, under a familiar and unfamiliar faint pressure, he kept moving forward for three thousand miles, and finally had a surprise.

The surprise was so big that even Jevre couldn't bear it.

Nearly two hundred earth-level demonic beasts of all kinds gathered in an exaggerated pit, not knowing what they were looking for.

From time to time, there is a muffled voice, and from time to time there is a fight.

With enough eyesight, he once again rose nearly two thousand feet to a height of almost two thousand feet, and Yevre's mouth was almost closed.

A crater more than ninety miles in diameter and nearly five hundred feet deep appeared in Yevre's eyes.

The crater seems to have not been formed for a long time, and there are fragments of broken glass chips scattered at the bottom of the crater.

Looking at the familiar crater and feeling the breath that filled the air, Yevre had a flash of inspiration and finally remembered.

This is an astonishing crater, similar to the crater when Calissis performed his fireworks stunt, although it covers an area many times larger.

And the breath in the air is obviously the smell of demons.

Thinking of this, Yevre's head went blank suddenly, and a terrifying conjecture came to his mind in an instant.

Could it be that the fierce and mighty Heaven Rank Demon who tried to wipe out the octopus monster python and bear-type demonic beasts that were also Heaven Rank had already fallen here?

That seems a little too incredible.

The Heavenly Rank Demon, even in Halls City, is a well-known figure.

The top leaders of the four top forces that have stood for decades without falling are only at the Heavenly Rank.

There was actually one who fell in this secret realm, and if the Poison Demon Lord Mordav knew about it, he wouldn't be able to storm like thunder.

Even if he is a mortal lord with a territory area of more than 100,000 miles, he doesn't have many Heavenly Rank subordinates.

The city guards, who were the main force of security in Halls City, were only eight Heavenly Rank demons, and half of them were in the Heavenly Rank Initial Realm.

Even if the powerhouses in the mysterious Death Cloud Army are more unfathomable, there must not be too many Heaven-level demons.

Presumably, the large number of earth-level demonic beasts on the ground should have been attracted by the crumbs of the heaven-level demons, so they gathered here collectively, tirelessly looking around.

If you look closely at it from a distance, in the deep pit where there is not even half a complete wreckage tree, there are actually more than fifteen earth-level peak realm demonic beasts and sixty earth-level upper-level demonic beasts.

Comparing his own mental power, and looking at the elves of Amunrus, who were still five hundred miles away, Yevre decided to retreat immediately.

Although he didn't find a high-level flying demonic beast, he didn't want to take advantage of it in front of so many high-level demonic beasts.

If it is really a burst of recklessness, it is estimated that except for himself, the other members of the hunting team will all fall here, and then become a small snack for the Warcraft group.

Still at high altitude, flying back for hundreds of miles, Amunrus almost jumped in fright as soon as he told him about the terrible situation ahead.

"No wonder I couldn't find any prey, so I ran here en masse. No, we'll leave immediately, with our little strength, it's not a food delivery. ”

When the rest of the hunting team heard this, their faces suddenly turned white and trembled, and they walked all the way back under the leadership of Amunrus without hesitation.

Who knows what the situation is in other directions, or whether it is safe to come, there are no extremely vicious high-level demonic beasts.

"You go first, I'll take a look. ”

The breath of the Heavenly Rank Demon's fall always affected Yevre if it didn't exist, and after stubbornly persuading his companions to leave, he flew into the air alone.

Out of caution, Yevre circled the air three hundred miles away from the giant crater, slowly and carefully surveying around.

Heaven-level demon, that's a tall existence, even if it has turned into a brilliant firework, after so many demonic beasts have searched for it, there should be something good left around here, right?

You don't need any weapons, leather armor, just leave yourself some storage equipment.

The storage ring that I got by luck was too small to be enough.

It's a pity that he secretly hid in the sky, activated his spiritual perception with all his might, circled most of the circle, and searched carefully over and over again, but still didn't find any useful objects.

Shaking his head, full of disappointment, Jevre was about to go a little deeper into the danger zone when he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Dozens of giant trees had two pairs of piercing wounds left on their trunks.

The wound hadn't healed yet, and it was still slowly dripping with green liquid.

Yevre's eyes zoomed in a few times, carefully sensing the slope of the wound in the trunk, and then he followed the diagonal wound to find a blue-gold boulder.

The mottled surface of the blue-gold boulder to the east was covered with various mosses and vine plants, and a crack in the stone, less than three inches long, suddenly appeared behind a severed vine man.

The vine incision is still relatively fresh, and it is estimated that the time is not too long, and it has not completely withered.

Through a three-inch-long crack in the stone, no more than thirty feet deep, a silvery-white metal fragment was found.

The metal fragments were very irregular, with sharp blades on one side and curved stubble on the other, and they were not very large, no more than three inches long and an inch wide.

Curiously, Yevre activated the identification technique, and then he was completely stunned.

What kind of thing is this, it actually requires 300 exercises of proficiency, robbery!

Yevre, who was heartbroken, hesitated for a while, but he was still not willing to be generous.

Anyway, it's definitely a good thing, but it's just a high-quality fragment, and you can think about it after you can't spend enough of your own exercises.

With all his mental strength, he quietly pulled the metal fragments out of the cracks in the stone, and after Yevre carefully probed around with anticipation again, he found nothing.

Hiding the three-hundred-pound metal shards under the thick feathers of his wings, Yevre continued to circle in search of the relics of the Heaven-Tier Demon.

It's a pity that it took dozens of minutes, and still nothing was found.

Sensing that the group of earth-level demonic beasts was constantly spreading around, Yevre shook his head, and with the only loot, he stayed away from this land of right and wrong.

Flying all the way in the direction of Amunrus, Yevre was still playing with the metal shards.

The silver-white metal shards were really sharp, and just now Yevre accidentally cut off several of his own feathers that were as hard as iron.

Trying to probe the spiritual power into the fragment, but not getting in at all, it's like a wolf grandmother locked out of the door.

Eight hundred miles away from the terrifying Tier Beasts, Evre curiously manipulated the silvery-white metal shards and stabbed them at a thirty-foot-thick boulder.

The silver-white metal fragment blade is facing inward, but it is as if it has touched the extremely tender water tofu, without any barrier, and it is easy to wear it through the heart.

Yevre nodded with satisfaction, but he still didn't believe in evil and aimed at the small stony hill eight miles away, with majestic spiritual power, and attacked like a shadow, and shot into the hole.

With a slight sound, silvery-white shards of metal pierced out from behind the hill.

Satisfied, seeing that it was as clean as new, without any dusty and dusty debris, Jevre carefully hid it under the feathers of his wings again, and continued to search for Amunrus, who had retreated far away.

Fortunately, they deliberately left some specific traces, and along the broken branches, the seemingly haphazard placement of leaves, Yevre easily caught up with the hunting party two thousand miles away.

These earth-level elves are really afraid of death.