"Are these guys not afraid of death at all?" He Yueji murmured as she used her Flying Sickle to chop off the head of a Grey-Spotted Cheetah.
The latter had already been gravely injured in the previous battle, yet even with its intestines spilling onto the ground, it was still struggling to pounce at He Yueji.
Everyone had never witnessed such a bizarre scene before.
In this desert, whether hunter or prey, they all adhered to the ancient rules of survival.
Yet the group of wild beasts before them had even lost the most basic will to live, which clearly wasn't as simple as following commands.
"It seems there really is something controlling their consciousness," Boggy said gravely.
"Large-scale mind control?" He Chengyu frowned even deeper.
