The centipede tiger chased the armored vehicles into the forest. Those low trees were no match for it, and it ran with all its might, knocking anything in its path flying.
[We do nothing and cut through the forest.]
Yan Luo’s command left the drivers of the two vehicles quite puzzled.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a great place to deal with the centipede tiger? Why go through the forest?
Soon after, Yan Luo’s second command came through: [Keep an eye on the centipede tiger’s movements at all times, and if it comes within your shooting range, use the vehicle-mounted machine guns to fire at it.]
Li Xinyue sat in vehicle number two, looking back through the glass at the relentlessly pursuing centipede tiger, and suddenly understood something.
"Yan Luo must intend to use this forest to wear out the centipede tiger’s stamina!"
Although the centipede tiger is a lethal class demon, it hasn’t reached the level of having infinite stamina.
The centipede tiger was already filled with anger towards them, and if they continued to use the vehicle-mounted machine guns to shoot it, its anger towards them would remain at a high level and be difficult to dissipate.
Driven by anger, the centipede tiger continued to chase them relentlessly.
For the sake of catching up, the centipede tiger ignored any obstacles in its path, preferring to smash through everything.
If it could maintain this rage as they crossed the forest, it would burn through a lot of energy.
Not setting traps in advance didn’t matter; the environment in the Abyss could also be used as a trap. As a competent Hunter, one must find ways to turn everything around into a weapon in their hands.
Li Xinyue’s muttering suddenly enlightened the hunters inside the armored vehicle; so, Yan Luo had this plan in mind.
But could they really keep the centipede tiger’s anger sustained?
The vehicle-mounted machine guns fired again, the flying bullets weaving twin lines of fire in the air.
The bullets couldn’t penetrate the deflection shield to harm the core of the centipede tiger, but it was enough to provoke it.
Many trees blocking the centipede tiger were slammed broken, and the fractured trees dissolved into magic power, drifting away.
Yan Luo maneuvered his motorcycle to position himself between the first and second vehicles, issuing another command: "Drive to the left and right respectively, and don’t stop firing the vehicle-mounted machine guns."
Upon receiving the command, the two armored vehicles immediately moved, driving off in opposite directions.
Meanwhile, Yan Luo retrieved a land mine and casually tossed it down.
The centipede tiger was so close that almost upon Yan Luo dropping the land mine, it stepped on it.
One by one, the mines exploded, turning the centipede tiger’s paws into bloody, mangled messes.
The two armored vehicles couldn’t sustain its attention anymore; Yan Luo’s retreating figure held the centipede tiger’s glare.
The centipede tiger remembered—it was this guy who blew up its back and now injured its paws.
Killing intent and rage filled the centipede tiger’s mind, completely dominating its focus.
Yan Luo deftly maneuvered his motorcycle through trees, avoiding them one after another, occasionally bumping into stones or roots but with his current reflex speed, adjusting swiftly to avoid skidding.
The centipede tiger followed closely, just twenty meters behind, always poised to strike.
It was as if a flame burned in his chest, suppressing all of Yan Luo’s fatigue and exhaustion.
Yan Luo’s intoxication symptoms were suppressed by adrenaline; although still uncomfortable, he could now unleash his full fighting strength.
With Yan Luo’s command, the two armored vehicles immediately turned around and headed toward his location.
At that moment, Yan Luo, leading the centipede tiger, burst out of the forest, bathed once again in the crimson moonlight.
The forest was not vast, but as the centipede tiger charged through, crashing into trees, it felt some fatigue after crossing through.
Yan Luo drew a grappling hook gun and aimed it at his motorcycle, pressing the trigger. The hook latched securely onto the bike’s saddle.
In the next instant, Yan Luo twisted the handlebars, making the motorcycle swerve sideways as if skidding, and when it straightened up again, the front faced the centipede tiger.
Yan Luo twisted the throttle to the limit, the edges of his mouth under the metal respirator curving into an exhilarated smile.
Then he leaped high off the motorcycle.
Yan Luo jumped backward while the motorcycle charged forward, the steel cable from the grappling hook gun rapidly unwinding.
The centipede tiger couldn’t fathom what Yan Luo intended to do, nor did it care; it only thought about biting Yan Luo to pieces.
As the motorcycle shot under the centipede tiger’s belly, Yan Luo switched to a remote control interface, causing the bike to turn around.
The motorcycle complied, circling around the centipede tiger’s remaining front paw.
Yan Luo, airborne, was swung in the direction of the centipede tiger.
Seeing Yan Luo fly toward it, the centipede tiger gleefully opened its mouth, failing to notice the motorcycle rapidly orbiting its front paw.
Yan Luo released the grappling hook gun, smoothly letting go.
The motorcycle shot out like an arrow, catching Yan Luo as it passed beneath him, enabling him to avoid the centipede tiger’s bite.
The centipede tiger bit at nothing, momentarily stunned before flaring up in fierce anger.
But at that same moment, the winch inside the grappling hook gun activated, rapidly winding in the steel cable tight around the centipede tiger’s front paw.
The centipede tiger’s front paw suddenly spurted blood. As it attempted to chase after Yan Luo again, its steps faltered and it slipped.
This was a grappling hook gun capable of moving over five hundred kilograms, with winch power so high it was staggering.
The grappling hook gun’s rewinding coil cut through the flesh of the centipede tiger’s front paw, easily performing a circumferential incision, leaving only the bones.
For the centipede tiger, this wasn’t an injury that would completely immobilize it, but it significantly impaired its mobility.
Hearing the command coming through the team’s communication channel, the drivers of the two armored vehicles grimaced, flooring the gas pedal to speed toward the centipede tiger.
They shouted: "Brace for impact!"
Before the words were even finished, the two armored vehicles slammed into the centipede tiger’s front paws.
The centipede tiger collapsed, the acute pain in its paws drawing its attention away from Yan Luo and toward its sides.
Strike and retreat immediately.
This was also the order Yan Luo gave to the two armored vehicles.
The drivers, enduring pain and nausea, reversed the wheels, retreating swiftly.
The centipede tiger, now with six incapacitated paws, and two severely injured from the collision with the armored vehicles, essentially lost its ability to attack with swipes.
[Bring out all your explosives and blow it up!]
As he issued the command, Yan Luo turned back around on his motorcycle.
From afar, he aimed his shotgun at the centipede tiger and fired a slug round.
The two armored vehicles were distancing, but the motorcycle closed in, drawing the centipede tiger’s attention back as it furiously chased Yan Luo.
The armored vehicles stopped, and Squad Seven’s hunters burst out, carrying rocket launchers and mortars, kicking the doors open.
"For the captain, vice-captain, and Uncle Li!"
"Give it everything you’ve got, together!"
Li Xinyue and other hunters not suited for close combat manned the mortars in the rear, while three hunters bearing the [Strength] Engravings, laden with explosives, charged courageously toward the centipede tiger.
At this moment, Yan Luo clashed with the centipede tiger.
Just like when dealing with the silent hunting lizard, Yan Luo saw the centipede tiger’s mouth opening to bite and unhesitatingly pulled out a grenade, tossing it into the gaping maw while steering the motorcycle to zoom sideways.
The centipede tiger didn’t manage to bite Yan Luo; instead, it swallowed the grenade.
With a muffled sound, several of the centipede tiger’s teeth were blasted out.
Feeling the pain in its mouth, the centipede tiger’s eyes widened, roaring to the sky.
The mortars fired their shells, tracing parabolic paths, landing beside the centipede tiger, causing violent explosions.
The shells didn’t hit the centipede tiger directly, but the shockwaves of the explosions were more than enough for it to suffer.
The vehicle-mounted machine guns continued their barrage, and just as the mortars exploded, a bullet finally pierced through the deflection shield, landing on the centipede tiger.
The demon’s injuries caused the deflection shield to weaken.
And now, the centipede tiger’s deflection shield was finally at the brink of shattering!