Chapter 41 (1/2)

On a black and hot hill, two demons were fighting fiercely.

One of them had a big head with demon horns protruding straight and sharp. It was good at attacking through collision. The other demon had strong hind legs and was good at jumping. Both of them were preying on each other, their eyes bloodshot. Their surroundings were now a great mess.

The battle did not take long to reach a conclusion. The demon that was good at jumping found an opportune moment to pierce his fangs through the neck of the big-headed demon, landing a fatal blow.

Purple blood oozed out, and the victorious demon stepped on his enemy’s corpse and howled wildly.

Just when he lowered his head to enjoy his spoils, a black shadow shot at him from behind. This demon that was good at jumping was shocked. He turned and tried to escape, but that black shadow pounced on him and bit his hind legs directly.

The demon only managed to look at the predator at this point. It was a three-headed hellhound. This hellhound was still small, but the bites of its three heads were rather startling. After being bitten, the demon kicked his hind legs desperately, wanting to throw the little hellhound down. But no matter how he struggled, the hellhound did not loosen its grip. It just swayed around in the air.

This demon picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it at the hellhound, but the hellhound chose this moment to loosen its grip. The little demon could not stop his attack in time and actually smashed his own foot with the stone.

The demon roared angrily and grabbed at the hellhound, wanting to tear this thing in half. However, one of the heads actually breathed a blast of cold air before his hand could reach, nearly freezing his hand.

After breathing out the cold air, the hellhound jumped, moved to the other side of the demon, and all three heads bit the demon.

The demon screamed in pain and tried to jump out of the battlefield, but a sense of paralysis crept up the first bitten leg, making it so stiff that he fell to the ground.

Seeing the demon falling to the ground, the hellhound rushed up excitedly, but it was careless this time. The demon rolled on the ground and punched the hellhound coming at him. The hellhound wailed as it flew out from the impact.

It was not injured, but it hurt! The hellhound stood up and whimpered aggrievedly.

Answering its sobs, a voice came from above. “Okay, okay. Fat Tiger, you’ve done well!”

The wounded demon stiffened and looked up into the sky only to see a bigger demon flapping his wings and descending. He immediately realized that he would not be able to get away.

It was Roy. Fat Tiger wagged his tail after he landed, rubbing himself against Roy’s legs.

In the past few days, Roy had been taking Fat Tiger out hunting to train his battle skills. Fat Tiger was indeed a hellhound. He battled fearlessly, rushing up without hesitation even if the demon or monster was bigger than him. However, he was in his infancy and could not yet complete a kill alone many times.

Even so, Fat Tiger’s auxiliary combat skills were remarkable. He was a qualified hound.

Roy squatted and caressed Fat Tiger’s head as a compliment. He then walked up to that injured demon, grabbed his hind legs, and smashed him into the ground twice, immediately killing him.