The wild boar finally sensed the approaching danger, but it was too late. Just as it raised its head, it saw the dark spiked mace.
"Splurt."
The wild boar's head was crushed in, a mass of blood and flesh.
While it screamed in dizziness, a long sword thrust viciously into its waist and abdomen.
The boar's solid defense only slightly hindered the force of the sword's thrust. Soon, the defense broke, and a torrent of crimson blood spewed out.
With a final piercing squeal, the over two-meter-long black-haired wild boar closed its eyes forever, trembled a few times on the ground, and breathed its last.
A very successful ambush.
On the other side.
Zhong Yong quickly sprinted forward, chasing after another startled wild boar.
His long sword had not yet pierced the boar's flesh when he was intercepted.
A junior brother had ambushed the boar from the side.
Their speed was extremely fast; everything happened in an instant.
