This giant snail was immense, like a small hill, effortlessly carrying over twenty people and huge prey such as an elephant, a fierce tiger, and a giant python.
Shi Hao was quite speechless. How did such a gargantuan snail grow to be this size? The upper world was truly strange.
Its shell was very hard, jet black throughout, akin to ink jade, shining with a crystalline luster, extremely sturdy. At this moment, as it moved, it was surprisingly fast, akin to a galloping horse.
Whoever dared to say that snails were slow, Shi Hao would definitely lose his temper with them.
This group of hunters all shared the surname Zhu, hailing from Zhu Village, and had just returned from a hunting excursion in the mountains, loaded with game.
Soon, Shi Hao understood why they shared the surname Zhu—it was because they had adopted the same-sounding name to honor their guardian spirit.
