The corpse of a white ape Mutant Beast lay there, most of its white fur scorched by fire and its body covered with burns. Just as the middle-aged man's hand reached for the Spiritual Artifact Dagger, the creature's eyes snapped open.
"Fuck! It was a trap. The bastard was playing dead."
The moment he saw the "dead" white ape Mutant Beast open its eyes, the middle-aged man instantly snatched his hand back and retreated.
But the white ape Mutant Beast had endured for so long to reach this point. It wasn't about to let the middle-aged man get away unscathed.
"ROAR..."
The white ape Mutant Beast let out a furious roar. The deafening sound made the middle-aged man's head swim, and his retreat faltered for half a second.
In that half-second window, the white ape Mutant Beast thrust its right hand—tipped with long claws—toward the middle-aged man's abdomen like a bolt of lightning.
