As the day draws to a close, night is approaching, and the beasts, accustomed to nocturnal predation, are coming out of their burrows and beginning their brutal hunt. This is the real hunting ground, the battlefield of the strong.

The hunt has continued to this day, and it has gradually divided into three echelons, the weak who wander in the periphery looking for opportunities, the backbone who wander in the middle, and the strong who are in the deep forest.

As night fell, the Force recovered extremely slowly in the black fog environment, and most of the people who were tired of the day had already returned to the safe zone, waiting for the next day's daylight to come, and now only those who were still hunting in the central area were those true geniuses.

For true geniuses, of course, they will not be satisfied with the so-called points, they are to accept higher challenges, more severe grinding. And the night full of dangers is their real battlefield.

Killing a third-order spineback tiger with one shot, Zhao Yan'er smiled indifferently and walked out of the bunker, the silver-white shining crescent moon on her shoulder, extremely dazzling.

After the Force was promoted to the Triple Rank, Zhao Yan'er finally had the ability to use the New Moon, and the New Moon was worthy of being a fifth-level Force Gun, and the vast majority of the Black Mist Beasts under the Third Order couldn't stop its continuous shooting.

Since entering the hunting ground, Zhao Yan'er has pushed all the way and won a lot. She's already accumulated almost two hundred points, but for her, this is just the beginning.

Zhao Yan'er is a typical example of talent and family, and what she lacks is only more effort.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the darkness in the distance, which was the sign of the Light Force, and then a terrible beast roar came, and the light returned to darkness.

Zhao Yan'er frowned, and Avik actually killed another prey.

I have to admit that there is still a big gap between Zhao Yan'er and Avik now, even if she has a new moon, she has never caught up with the pace of the other party, and this distance has even been widened farther and farther.

Thinking of this, the young man's competitive nature made Zhao Yan'er go to the center more quickly.

On the other side, Lei Tianming, who was advancing with a large army, passed all the way through the pass, and wherever the army went, there was no piece of armor left. Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, coupled with Liao Ping's special training, in the extremely complex environment of the hunting ground, they were at ease, they won all the way, their morale was high, and their vision was no longer limited to ordinary third-order black fog beasts, so the hunting ground in the night did not intimidate them.

And looking at their jubilant appearances one by one, I know that their harvest will definitely not be less.

Cessmael roamed through the dark jungle with ease, holding a medium-sized pistol crystal clear as ice crystals in his palm, his weapon, and he was a gunslinger.

It's no wonder that he refused to fight Flash that day, after all, it would be unfair to pit an unarmed gunman against a warrior with a weapon.

He fired a shot at the side, a bullet made of ice crystals, and in an instant it disappeared into the darkness, and Sesmael didn't even look at it, and he didn't stop in the slightest step. Because he was confident enough that the beast that was waiting in the darkness had died.

It was a tree snake, although it was only a first-order, it was extremely difficult to entangle in the dark forest, the head of this tree snake was tightly nailed to the trunk of the tree, and its body writhed desperately, and then spread to the frost all over its body, and it was completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

A tree snake is worth five points, but in Sesmail's eyes, it's not worth the time he spends on it.

This is the pride of genius!

But he knew that all the way he came, he was following the footsteps of another person, a young man with a heavy sword, and a ridiculously strong young man.

King Liang.

That's the peak he's vowed to climb!

In the opposite direction, a red-haired girl ran quickly, and a figure followed her behind her.

Red Butterfly and Ace, they also strode towards the dark central area.

As the night deepened, the sound of beast roars in the silent black fog, and the brutal and powerful beasts struck out one after another. But after a particularly high-pitched roar sounded, the entire dense forest suddenly fell into a brief silence.

A dark blue lightning flashed away, and a third-order bipedal wyvern died silently.

The strong man of the jungle, the king of the hunting grounds!

The body is like a tiger, and the face is like a vulture eagle!

The behemoth thunder beast is here!

………………

The night was thick like ink, and the figures of the upper continent obscured the only moonlight, which was the carnival of wild beasts.

"Where is this?" Shivering, the poor man who was lucky enough to hang on the treetops on the cliff opened his dark pupils.

"Where is this?" He couldn't help but think to himself, and then let out a groan of pain.

The faint force of thunder turned into a blue glow, illuminating the pitch-black environment.

"Why am I here?" Clutching his vertigo head, his face was covered with black gas, followed by a painful cough.

This poor guy is none other than Shem.

"It's cold." Shivering again, Flash managed to slowly climb down from the treetops.

Fortunately, the thunder was still there, still held in the palm of his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief and inserted it back into the scabbard.

"I fell?" Sure he was on a cliff, and Flashing clung to the cliff, "Did the two-legged wyvern do it?" He couldn't help but wonder. He only remembered that at the last moment before he fell unconscious, he plunged the thunderbolt into the wyvern's body, and then he was crushed unconscious, "Is it not dead yet, that's why it threw me off the cliff?" Flash smiled bitterly, if it was really like that, the bipedal wyvern would be too terrifying.

He was lucky enough to be hung from a tree halfway through, otherwise even if he hadn't fallen to his death, he would have attracted many crazy beasts with the aura of the Chosen One.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt dizzy, and tried his best to hold on to the trunk of the tree so as not to fall off the cliff, and then spit out a puddle of pus and blood, and under the faint blue light, this pool of blood was black and turbid.

The Black Pupil Pill healed all his external injuries, but it couldn't cure the toxins and black mist, the medicinal power gradually disappeared, and the deposited toxins would explode again sooner or later, coupled with the terrifying black mist concentration here, Shin didn't know how long he could last.

took out the thunder crystal that Sesmael gave him, and Shin absorbed the thunder force inside, in this concentration of black fog, he could hardly feel the existence of the force, and could only recover the loss through the original crystal and other means. Even so, this is just a low-level black fog area, and in the real black fog battlefield, the situation is more than ten times more serious than this!

This is also the reason why the small number of Lamerians has survived.

This thunder crystal was the only thing he had left, the bag containing the loot, and now he was nowhere to be found. It is imperative that he first return to the safe zone to recuperate, and as for the points...... The most important thing is to keep yourself alive first.

The night was so deep that he couldn't even find the direction, let alone where he was, so he could only stumble down the relatively gentle slope and climb down the cliff step by step.

He wanted to go to the bottom of the cliff and find his way back, but what he didn't know was that the so-called cliff bottom was the most dangerous center of the entire hunting ground.