The face in the shadow of the cloak laughed.

It is true that they are all naïve people, how could he not guess this kind of careful thinking...... Hunting and killing, this is what he is best at, over the years, there have been countless hunters who have died under his hands, whether it is a rabbit that moves like the wind, or a tiger with infinite strength, in front of him, there is only one end.

That is death. Like an old cat chasing a mouse, little by little, slowly cutting cruelly, exhausting all the opponent's hole cards, and then slicing them lightly.

As long as the distance is sufficient, even if the other party is a hunter mentor, he has the confidence to chase and kill.

And until the moment of death, the other party has not even seen his own face.

......

At this moment, the situation on the other side of the battlefield has become worse and worse, after years of war, under this land, there are an unknown number of bones, and these bones are now drilled out in the form of dead bodies, and the rotten flesh has formed thick and long flesh tentacles, frantically and tirelessly attacking everything or anything nearby.

Here, Lu Yuan finally understood why he was still cornered by the dead body with such a powerful weapon in his hand.

The shape of these tentacles, apparently carefully studied, is close to two meters in diameter, which means that the length of the knife is difficult to cut them off in a cross-sectional manner, and the vertical batch and oblique stroke only form a wound on the tentacle.

This caused the function of [Sword Oil] to be minimized, although the sword oil was able to stop the aggregation of dead bodies, but these tentacles separated the wound in the next second they were cut by the sword oil.

The operation is that within a radius of about one centimeter around the opening of the sword, all the minced flesh will automatically fall off, and the piece that rubbed against the sword oil will be discarded, and then healed.

This also means that it has become an impossible thing to cut off the tentacles, and every time you cut down, you will only cut off a few taels of meat from the other party at most.

However, each of these mad tentacles must be composed of at least a few hundred catties of flesh and blood. In this way, it is only a matter of time before the hunters are killed.

As for the idea of 'trying to tell who is a mole by observing the different levels of attack of the dead on different hunters', unfortunately nothing has been gained.

Because the controller who didn't know where to hide had apparently seen through the strategy, the purpose of those tentacles was not to 'kill the hunter', and their attacks were very subtle to keep a kind of 'you can't escape, you must keep dodging with the most extreme efforts to avoid being shot to death'.

To put it bluntly, it is forcing the hunters to consume their energy and physical strength as quickly as possible.

In fact, in so many days of pursuit, the dead have always maintained this way of fighting, and only those who have the strongest desire to survive can survive to the end.

But if this continues, by the time you recognize who the traitor is, you will be exhausted, and it will be impossible to escape, or if you want to kill the traitor.

However, the order of 71 continued, and the hunters continued to separate, moving farther and farther away from each other, reaching a distance of almost a kilometer.

No. 71 didn't know what Maori wanted to do, but at this moment, she didn't seem to be able to think of any effective way, so she could only pin her hopes on that guy.

Suddenly......

"Over there!"

Listening only to a certain direction of the battlefield, Maori's voice suddenly came.

Now Maori's account is very physical, so his voice is also very loud, and when the battlefield area has reached such a huge area, one of his voices is still heard by everyone.

Fortunately, the eyes of these hunters were also very powerful, and they all looked in the direction of Maori in surprise, and then they were even more surprised to find that Maori had stretched out his hand at this time and pointed in one direction!

Over there? What's over there?

...... What else could it be, of course, the pursuer!

That's right, Maori is talking about the pursuer! No one knew how he did it, but all of a sudden, he seemed to confirm the direction of the pursuer.

In the next moment, No. 71 was like an underwater bomb out of the warehouse, booming, rushing in the direction that Maori was pointing.

Of course, this is not underwater, but the speed of No. 71 is so powerful that the ground around her is pushed away like water on both sides, and the dust turns into ripples like water, sweeping away the hurricane that can't catch up with her figure at all.

"it!"

Lu Yuan was fucking stunned! Although he had known this No. 71 for a long time, it was the first time he had seen this sister burst out with such a terrifying speed.

Of course, this speed must not last, otherwise, who can catch this girl by sending some secret information or something like that.

In addition to marveling at the amazing speed of the No. 71 girl, Lu Yuan also had to sigh at this girl's ability to act, anyway, she and Maori are also outsiders, she can really believe in Maoli, and at the first time, she broke out at such a speed that leaves no way back, which shows how high her trust in Maori is...... In other words, she is extremely confident in the accuracy with which she sees people.

As for the last exclamation, that's Maori, how the hell did this guy know the location of that pursuer? Is this really reasoning? This is simply metaphysical blindness.

As soon as he thought of this, a huge tentacle slammed into Lu Yuan, and Lu Yuan must have been busy dodging it, setting off a gust of wind and sand, Lu Yuan squinted his eyes like a conditioned reflex, at this angle, he saw the hunter with a full set of steel hundreds of meters away, who was fighting hand-to-hand with a few tentacles, and within that area, the wind and sand were dancing wildly, and the flesh and blood were flying.

For a moment, Lu Yuan seemed to think of something, he immediately turned around and saw another far away direction, and found that Mao Li was dodging in a very embarrassed way under the pursuit of a few tentacles.

"I see." Lu Yuan opened his mouth slightly, he seemed to think of how Mao Li deduced the position of the pursuer: "This kind of thinking ability, is it really just a detective?" He cursed in his heart.

But the next moment....... Lu Yuan was even more incredulous to see that Maori actually looked at him.

I saw Mao Li dodge the attack again, and Yang Qi's arm again, and made a [throwing] action.

"Whoosh!"

With a burst of air, Maori really threw something in his direction. According to the current power of Maori, that thing was thrown out of a distance of several hundred meters and came straight to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan didn't hesitate, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and caught the thing.

It was a stone.

On the periphery of the stone, a piece of paper is wrapped.

Lu Yuan immediately opened the paper...... There are words on it......