But this axe still tore his stab-resistant vest, and after leaving a mark on his chest, a bloodstain remained on the right side of his chest.
The wound wasn't deep, but it was seven or eight centimeters long. Chen Yan quickly disinfected the wound and sprinkled hemostatic powder to bandage it, but it still hurt him so much that he grimaced.
Chen Yan didn't think he was unlucky—in fact, he thought he was very lucky!
This time, he had fought five battles with the Fierce Beast Race's sled teams, and so far, there were more than sixty heads stored in the Storage Jade Pendant, plus over four thousand jin of Beast Meat stripped from more than thirty Hunting Beast carcasses.
Five battles, so many heads collected, and he only suffered minor injuries—if this luck isn't good enough, what is?
Chen Yan felt quite satisfied.
This trip turned out to be a great harvest—but it ends here.
