Chapter 547：Kill

Dean immediately attacked after he saw through the Shadow Hunter's hiding method.

Whoosh!

He stepped on the rocky wall, jumping higher, and his hand reached out, quickly grabbed the Shadow Hunter's tail.

Failed to hide, the Shadow Hunter squeaked angrily. The ferocious triangular head turned, showing sharp teeth, and launched its tongue toward Dean's palm. The tongue was very long, forked in the middle like a snake's tongue, and covered with dark purple spots.

Dean snorted and quickly swung his sword. It was so fast that the sword left behind afterimages.

Swish!

A chunk of the tongue was cut off as it wasn't retracted in time. Blood spurted out of the tongue, splashing onto the wall and the sword. There was a hissing sound coming from the sword. Unexpectedly, there was a sign of corrosion on Martin's treasured rare alloy sword.

Dean was shocked. Was the blood corrosive? But the blood from the dead mature Shadow Hunter, which flowed more, didn't corrode anything.

He then noticed that the blood didn't corrode the wall and immediately understood that the blood could only corrode metal.

With this in mind, he no longer shrank back, continuing to swing his sword.

Injured, the Shadow Hunter kept squeaking angrily, sounded like a baby crying, and then turned around and crawled away, fast like a gecko. Its body firmly clung to the rocky wall, and the scales on the body started to change color, turning into a rock appearance, blending with the surrounding environment. The rock appearance and the environment fit flawlessly.

Even if Dean's eyes had been locked on it, he was still easily confused by this strange stealth ability.

Dean fell from the rocky wall and moved forward again. After a few steps, he stomped on the ground, using the force to jump toward the 'rock', and swung his sword.

Whoosh!

The rock suddenly moved quickly, showing the Shadow Hunter's real appearance, escaping.

Dean missed and stabbed into the wall. He rotated his body while still gripping the sword and stomped the wall, jumping toward the Shadow Hunter and slashing his sword again.

Swish!

The Shadow Hunter's tail was cut off, spraying a lot of blood that got on Dean's sword and armor.

He stretched out his hand to protect his face in case the blood was poisonous.

Hiss! Hiss!

There was only a faint smoke coming from his sword, but his armor became bumpy, as there were some parts that were corroded.

Dean was relieved that his prediction was correct. His armor was not made purely of metal but mixed with a special rubber material. It was not only flexible and resistant to radiation but also had high defense power, which could resist this Shadow Hunter's blood.

Whoosh!

Dean started to fall down, while the Shadow Hunter, agitated by the sharp pain after its tail was cut off, was running away quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dean now understood the strength of this Shadow Hunter. In addition to the unique hiding ability, the frontal combat ability was quite ordinary, similar to level 40 monsters.

He didn't want to delay anymore. Stimulating his wings, he stomped the ground and rushed toward the 'wall'.

Seeing Dean coming, the wall quickly restored to the Shadow Hunter's appearance and ran to the other place. It squeaked in horror — it was desperate. Its best ability was useless in front of Dean, and several camouflages were all seen through. There were indescribable fear and discomfort like it was suddenly exposed under the blazing sun.

Dean also changed his direction, chasing behind the Shadow Hunter.

Could not escape, the Shadow Hunter squeaked in horror and turned its head to Dean.

Spoot!

Suddenly a liquid was shot from its squeaking mouth. The speed was very fast.

Dean's pupils contracted. His wings jerked, and the soles of his feet slammed at the wall. His body abruptly turned 90 degrees and avoided the alarmingly dangerous unknown liquid. He was afraid and didn't dare to be careless. He quickly approached the Shadow Hunter and slashed his sword straight to its head.

The Shadow Hunter wriggled its head, stretching out two pincer-like limbs to block the sword.

The sword turned abruptly and slashed toward the Shadow Hunter's abdomen.

Clank!

Only a scratch appeared on the scales of the abdomen. The sword actually couldn't cut deeper.

Dean looked slightly startled. Contracting his pupils slightly, he saw the edge of the sword was somewhat blunt.

"Was it corroded by the blood?" Dean's face changed.

Shadow Hunter's abdomen was hurt. Although bloodless, the powerful force made it feel pain. Squeaking miserably, it frantically pounced at Dean while lashing its broken tail, trying to coil onto one of Dean's legs.

Dean reacted by swaying his body and raising his legs to evade the tail. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes. As Shadow Hunter was getting closer, he suddenly moved forward, half squatting, and rammed against its abdomen.

Puff!

Blood was spraying.

The sword in his hand had stabbed successfully into the Shadow Hunter's abdomen and pierced its body!

"Squeak!" The Shadow Hunter squeaked loudly, and its body squirmed wildly.

Dean let go of the sword and retreated quickly.

Shadow Hunter crawled several steps and wanted to catch up, but the sword that pierced its abdomen kept getting stuck in the rocky wall, making the wound bigger, so it had to stop. Looking down at its abdomen, then looking up at Dean, it opened its mouth and made a sound that like a baby crying, like wailing in agony, but also like asking for help.

Dean frowned slightly. He kept fluttering his wings, suspended in the air, waiting for the Shadow Hunter to die of blood loss.

The Shadow Hunter slowly climbed down from the wall and stood upright on the ground. Several pincer-like limbs touched the sword gently and, it seemed, wanted to pull out the sword, but didn't know how to pull it. After repeated attempts, it seemed to gradually learn. Two pincer-like limbs clung together, squeezing and pulling the hilt of the sword.

Puff!

The sword was pulled out, and the blood spurted out, but it quickly stopped.

Clang!

The sword was thrown to the ground. It was seriously corroded, blunt and bumpy.

Dean looked gloomy. He didn't expect the Shadow Hunter to be so tenacious. With such a fatal wound, it could still stand up and seemed to be slowly healing. He stopped waiting, pulled out a dagger from his leg, and swooped down.

The Shadow Hunter looked up at Dean, baring its teeth, and then shot a few liquids. Simultaneously, its tongue sprung up like a spring toward Dean's face.

Dean's expression was indifferent. He suddenly made a maneuver and disappeared from the Shadow Hunter's eyes.

Its tongue did not hit Dean, and the target suddenly disappeared, so the Shadow Hunter was stunned.

The next moment, the Shadow Hunter quickly turned its head, but just about to react, its body suddenly stiffened and shivered.

There was a dagger pierced deep in the gap where the triangular head and the body was connected. Pale green blood flowed slowly along the dagger, which emitting pale white corrosive smoke.