The thick stench of blood permeated the air in the dense forest. 0

Slash.0

Rip.0

The wet, sickening sound of flesh being sliced apart continuously echoed through the trees.0

Panting heavily, Gao Zhiming raised the bloodied dagger in his hand. He gritted his teeth and charged forward. Cold, congealed blood splattered across his youthful nine-year-old face.0

By this point, he was overwhelmed with exhaustion. The high-intensity, relentless swinging of the dagger burned his arms muscles; they throbbed with an aching pain.0

Gao Zhiming took a glance at Anna standing nearby. Swallowing every bit of complaint he might have, he steeled himself and, once again, plunged the dagger into the calf carcass suspended from the tree branch. 0

Driving the blade deep into the calf was anything but easy. The cow's hide was thick, and having been dead for a long while, its flesh had turned extremely stiff. Its sinewy tendons also contributed...0