The depths of the sand sea are not static undulating dunes, but small oases with vegetation divided into several pieces by large areas of yellow sand, like small islands in the ocean.

Feng Manyunji sat on the shady side of the sand, which was the edge of an oasis. An oasis is just a few sea buckthorn and succulents growing on a sandy ground. In order to resist the sun and heat, the desert vegetation is either covered with yellowish and reddish body color, or has a puffy gray needle hair, and there is no green in the eye.

But this is such an oasis with a radius of only a few kilometers, and it is usually the focus of competition for large monsters. Going deep into the Thundering Sand Sea, most of the territory of the predator species is a barren wilderness with no grass, and the size of the territory has completely become no longer important, and having more "islands" under their names is a symbol of strength and status.

Staying in the desert for a long time, the harsh sunlight and orange hues can make people irritable and irritable out of thin air, and the ubiquitous dangerous insects and ants and other hidden dangers can also make hunters nervous, but the young man in white has no anxiety on his face. The hunter stuffed small pieces of dry food into his mouth with a cold drink, trying to replenish his calories and strength, while closing his eyes and listening intently to the sound behind the sand.

Less than 100 meters away from him, a behemoth was lying cross-legged on the sand. The monster was about twenty meters long, covered in maroon scales, with a muscular tail curled up to its belly and a pair of wide wings firmly covering its feet. The monster had a flat, wide frontal armor like a ankylosaurus, and the high horns at the tip of its nose that symbolized status reflected black light in the sunlight.

At this distance, the Horned Dragon was certainly able to spot the hunter, and in fact it had already found it. The giant beast chewed on the plants in its mouth, and its sharp horns were still swaying slightly in the direction of the sand pile where Feng Manyun was, intentionally or unintentionally. A small pile of sand cannot be called a "barrier" for monsters or hunters, but a man and a beast are separated from each other at both ends of the pile, but they are miraculously safe, and no one takes the initiative to attack.

The temper of the horned dragon is not good, or the horned dragon vein is a well-known fiery personality in the sand sea. Neither such a monster nor a mother or brother would be allowed to appear in its own territory, let alone a human invader. So there is only one reason to stop it from attacking at this moment, and that is that it no longer has the strength to fight.

The bruises were not even enough to describe the monster in front of him, and the entire body of the one-horned dragon seemed to be covered in swords and blood scabs. These injuries did not resemble those sustained in a single battle, but accumulated over the course of a long hunt. The earlier wounds had scabbed over and healed, and new scales had grown, but the most recent ones were still hissing and bleeding, and they were trying to seal under the effect of the restorative power, but more of them were on the tender flesh of the old wounds, and the new wounds were mercilessly covered on it, and the criss-crossing scars were like a huge net that demanded life, firmly encasing the monster in the net.

The biggest wound on the giant beast's body was at the root of the left wing, a triangular gap made after being pierced by the sword, and the skin and flesh around it drooped down, and it had lost most of its activity, forming a terrifying hole in the wing. However, this is not the most dangerous injury, the fold of the neck of the horned dragon, if you don't look closely, you can't even find a shallow blood mark, that is Feng Manyun rode to the monster's back in the air, and the almost decapitating blow was cut out with all his strength, at that time, the back of the knife had been buried deep in the flesh, and a few inches deeper might have cut the throat, if it wasn't for the horned dragon struggling to flap its wings and throw off the boy on its back, the battle might have ended a few days ago.

It was the closest a horned dragon came to death in a hunt that lasted nearly a month. In the past month, the giant beast has gone from being contemptuous at first, to seeing it as a threat, and now it has to regard this young man as the strongest enemy in his life. The monster tried its best, but Feng Manyun, who had been knocked down countless times, always stuck back like kraft candy, and persevered in attacking it again and again. The ruthlessness, forbearance, wisdom and persistence displayed by the one-star hunter on the battlefield made the horned dragon as a lord of one side can't help but look sideways.

But Feng Manyun is a human after all, a weak individual who is far inferior to monsters in terms of physical strength and recovery. The wounds under the boy's hunting suit were not counted, and the bandages had even been wrapped around everywhere except his face, and it was only by a force of will that he did not fall. Even though the nameless constitution can shield out negative emotions such as pain and fear, the decay of this body is real, and the hunters are now at the end of their power, and can no longer support a war of attrition.

The Wyvern swallowed the last mouthful of grass juice, and some sparkle appeared in his cloudy eyes. It staggered to its feet and let out a low roar in the direction of Feng Manyun. The monster's roar was hoarse and piercing, and in an instant it startled away a few sand vultures in the distance that had come along with the smell of blood.

"It's time to wrap it up." Seeing this, the white-clothed hunter also swallowed the dry food in his hand, drank the last cold drink in the pot, picked up his sword, and stepped defenselessly from behind the sand into the afternoon sun.

The wound under the ribs of the one-horned dragon was left in the previous battle, and it had not been completely sealed, and the blood was gurgling out with the action of getting up, and the monster's recovery ability was not as good as before. I especially remember the first time we met, the boy was hit head-on by the dragon cart of the giant beast and had to escape with serious injuries. During the battle in January, the White Hunter did weaken it to a terrifying degree. Xu felt the human staring at his wound, and the monster turned to cover it, aimed its mace-like tail at the boy, and raised its feet to walk into the distance.

"Do you want to change the battlefield...... Feng Manyun didn't know why, and he also used his knife to hold on to the ground, limping to keep up with the monster's bloody footprints.

The Wyvern did not want to run away, but took into account the speed of the young man's walking, and generally hung in front of the hunter not far away. When a man and a dragon had not traveled long in the wilderness, they came to the foot of a tall stone mountain. The entrance to the cave that was nearly five meters high was just enough for the dragon to pass through, Feng Manyun hesitated outside the cave for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and stepped in.

"Hu ......" is probably because the boulder is isolated from the outside world, and the cave looks unusually cool. The moment he entered the cave, the pores of the boy's body opened comfortably, and the skin covered by blood and bandages also penetrated a trace of coolness. The cave is bell-shaped, and the interior is surprisingly large. The two ends of the walls are more than 300 meters apart, and the ceiling is more than 100 meters high, like a natural auditorium, in which several subtle echoes can be heard at every step.

The sunlight shone through the crevices of the rubble overhead, and the rock walls seemed to contain some glowing ore, and the view from inside the cave was not bad. The boy looked around at the battlefield where the horned dragon led him, cheering up and trying to remember every detail of the environment. Feng Manyun turned his head, but in a corner overgrown with vines, he saw a warm nest surrounded by animal bones and fine sand, and three blue-white eggs were lying quietly inside.

"This is your home?" Feng Manyun asked loudly towards the horned dragon that had stopped, and immediately several echoes came into the young man's ears. The hunter recalled that since January, the escape route of the Wyvern species seemed to have avoided this oasis, consciously or unconsciously, and he already had his own judgment in his heart.

The horned dragon turned to face Feng Manyun and nodded humanely. The intelligence of high-level monsters is terrifyingly high, and even if they don't have a dragon cavity, they seem to be able to understand the content of the hunter's question. After doing this, its head turned slightly to the side, looking at its unhatched child, and a flash of love flashed in its eyes.

"Well, this is the last battle." Choosing the battlefield here, the dragon is clearly the intention of breaking the cauldron. Feng Manyun held the sword diagonally in front of him, lifted a breath of air, and prepared a fighting posture against the behemoth in front of him.

This time the beast did not nod, but replied with action. It withdrew its gaze from its children, and retreated nearly a hundred meters away from the young man, where it straightened its scarred body, raised its huge head high, and roared with all its might.

"Roaring ——!"

The roar shook the cavern to a humming sound, and the sand and gravel fell overhead. There was a clear sound in the ears of the white-clothed hunter, and he had to put down the sword and cover his ears with both hands.

At the time of the battle, even if it was already a broken body, the body of the horned dragon still gave birth to a power that dominated one side out of thin air. The sharp horns of the monster's nose rapidly became bloodshot in the roar, turning a hideous crimson. The horned dragon lowered its head, and its sharp horns and broken wing claws worked together, and in an instant, it swept away the dirt beneath it, and its twenty-meter-long body plunged into the sand like a swimming fish. This large wyvern species does not know how to fly, but is as good at land combat and retreat as the armored dragon. Like all sand-walking monsters, the one-horned dragon relies on vibrations to determine the direction of its prey, and moves as fast as the ground in the sand. Whether the boy stays where he is or dodges immediately, he will be touched by the board, and once the sharp horn is caught off guard and attacks from below, no matter how powerful the hunter is, he will lose his combat power in an instant.

In the month-long battle, Feng Manyun had already seen too many times the behavior of the one-horned dragon. He calmed down and slowly crouched down to retrieve his weapon, grabbing a fist-sized stone and placing it in his hand. The boy threw the stone into the distance, and the stone fell on the sand with a "horn" sound. The sand at the place of the sound immediately rose high, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly retreated. It was not the first time that Feng Manyun had used a similar trick, and the two fighters had already become more aware of each other than they had in dozens of days of fighting.

......Seeing that the monster was not fooled, Feng Manyun had no other way, so he had to clench the knife in his hand, let go of all his audio-visual and vigilant looks.

The One-Star Hunter's eyes looked at the beast egg in the corner, and he hesitated for only a second before pulling his gaze back vividly. Hiding there and threatening the offspring of monsters can make a horned dragon a rat trap, but it's not what a hunter should do.

"Boom!" It was only a little distracted for a second, and the young man was seized by the monster waiting for the opportunity, and the sharp horn broke through the ground from a few meters behind Feng Manyun like an indestructible spear. The horned dragon and a pair of big feet stepped out exaggeratedly, and its huge body was like a dragon ship, and it lowered its head and roared towards the hunter.

"It's coming......" At this distance, the young man didn't even have time to turn around, so he could only hear the voice and hurriedly dodged to dodge. The hunter retreated sideways, the sword slashed horizontally in front of his chest, and the huge warship rushed past in front of him, and a piercing cracking sound sounded in the moment when the human dragon's body was staggered.

"Brush-pull-" Feng Manyun's chest heated, and the breastplate of the entire hunting suit was lifted away by the winged claws of the one-horned dragon, revealing the broken bandages and the bloody body inside. Even though he didn't feel the pain, the boy took two steps backwards to steady his footing.

The Wyvern didn't take advantage of the sneak attack either, and a regressive slash struck a bloody streak on the beast's leg. The monster staggered two steps, its wingclaws kicking a cloud of dust on the ground in embarrassment, and finally stopped its momentum. However, the attack that had already been launched could not be stopped, and the horned dragon snorted, forcibly driving the newly injured left leg to turn its body, and the second dragon chariot followed.

Seeing the monster's posture of fighting to the death, the one-star hunter took a sharp breath, he quietly put the flashbang in his hand back into his waist bag, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the charging dragon head-on with his sword.

At the moment when the hunter and the monster were about to collide, the boy bent his legs, gave way to the invincible sharp corners, and knelt down on his knees. The hunter's knees were imprinted on the smooth sand, and he involuntarily slid forward, the sword raised high above his head, right up to the height of the horned dragon's belly.

"Puff ......" Feng Manyun drilled under the crotch of the horned dragon, and the blade cut through the monster's gray-white belly, from the front belly to the tail back. The horned dragon above his head wailed, and his feet grabbed the ground and hurriedly stopped the dragon cart. It endured the sharp pain in its abdomen, spread its wide wings and turned to its feet, intending to completely crush the reptiles beneath it.

A hurricane came out of the huge flesh wings, and the yellow sand on the ground was swept up by the wind, and there was a burst of light and shadow in the cave in the howling wind. Surrounded between claws and strong wings, the hunter's mind is surprisingly calm. Feng Manyun's body was originally born for hunting, no fear, no pain, tireless, and all kinds of characteristics can really show his advantages at the end of the battle. The young man puffed out his blood-drenched chest, held his breath, held the knife tightly with both hands, and stabbed it out to the top of his head at a certain moment.

"Huh-" The blade of the sword pierced through the monster's scale armor and burrowed through the gap in the ribs of the chest, and most of the blade was fiercely submerged into the body of the giant beast, and finally stopped with all its strength.

The dragon's frantic movements stopped.

The dragon's wings drooped to the ground, and the pair of small eyes under the broad forehead armor gradually dimmed. Bright red blood trickled down the sword slot, and the monster looked down at it all, as if it hadn't fully accepted it in its mind.

"Hu ......" Feng Manyun pulled out the knife that was half inserted into the monster's chest with a "poof", and a stream of blood spurted down. He pulled out from under the horned dragon, only to find that the beast's legs were still stubbornly straight, and its huge head was still staring at him.

The boy and the horned dragon looked at each other like this for a few seconds, and the giant beast struggled violently, and the crimson horns poked straight down against Feng Manyun's helmet. Shocked that the monster still had such residual power, the one-star hunter hurriedly raised his sword to block it in front of him.

"Ding!" The sharp corners and the blade collided lightly, and the monster's attack did not fall in the end. The hunter opened his eyes and saw the eyes of the horned dragon looking into the rough nest in the corner of the cave.

"I promise...... Will take care of them. With this understanding, Feng Manyun stepped back a few meters with his hands on the ground, and then replied with difficulty while panting.

The horned dragon nodded, and the wound under its abdomen spilled a puddle of blood, but it still didn't fall.

"I'll take your horns." The one-star hunter stood up with his blood-stained sword, "This is not a charity. ”

"Boom!" The monster's legs were weak, and finally he couldn't support his heavy body, and knelt in front of Feng Manyun. Its head was still held high, and its eyes stubbornly stared straight into the hunter's face.

"You're strong, stronger than all the monsters I've ever fought." The boy said sincerely, "I will remember you." ”

The one-horned dragon's heart had stopped beating at the blow just now, but its remaining vitality had to be sustained, and it was not until it heard the affirmation of its opponent who had been fighting for months that it let out a satisfied whine from its mouth.

The next moment, like a city destined to be breached, a banner destined to be captured, the lord of the sand sea, the king of the lonely height, collapsed in front of the hunter, splashing the sky with dust.

"May the hunter be with you." Feng Manyun lowered his head, his lips twitched, and he prayed in a low voice before his vision became completely dark.