Chen Yan opened the car door and quickly climbed onto the roof. With the howling wind, he tilted his ear to listen carefully for a while and then forcefully sniffed with his nose.
The effects of multiple enhancements to his body were evident.
Not only was his hearing sharp, but he also heard the distant growls of the Hunting Beast and whistles of the Fierce Beast Race from the east, carried by the wind.
And along with the wind, he seemed to catch a hint of the rank stench!
Having once been a slave to the Fierce Beast Race, Chen Yan naturally was not unfamiliar with this smell.
He picked up the binoculars from his chest and looked in that direction for a while, his lips curling— a suitable target!
Chen Yan quickly jumped down from the car roof, plunged into the car, and soon pulled out a weapon pack.
In the snowy field at night, an arrow with an ignition device attached was shot by Chen Yan far away, hitting the minefield about five hundred steps away.
