Wang Qiang tightly held the curtain in his hands to prevent the beast from pushing in.
Luckily, the piece of curtain blocked it just in time, or else the beast's sharp teeth would have pierced his throat already.
But although the curtain is thick, it still can't hold back the beast's attack for long.
For now, Wang Qiang managed to wrap the beast's head with the curtain, gaining some temporary safety.
Even a fool should know, however, that this is merely a stopgap, not a long-term solution.
The remaining Hu Xiaodong, Wu Chao, and Wei Dazhuang were equally aware of this.
But constrained by distance, rushing over with a knife to rescue was clearly too late.
In haste, Hu Xiaodong decisively grabbed a recurve bow from the rack, then nocked an arrow and drew the string.
After more than a month of leisurely recovery, he had become somewhat unfamiliar with using the bow and arrow.
