Chapter 318
- “What the hell? Did that taotie-variant spot something?”
- Benedict Huxley had come into these ruins for that beast and nothing else. He needed to capture it alive and gift it to the Carvers’ young master in exchange for the next part of the cultivation methods. He’d just boxed it in, and suddenly the thing went nuts and bolted northwest.
- “Cut it off! Don’t let it run!”