Yoshikawa Feng's trap has been triggered!
And it's the grand prize!
Chen Wen stared at the struggling male spiral-horned antelope, his mind momentarily frozen.
But he quickly snapped out of it.
New entry!
A lot of meat!
And those very peculiar horns!
Wow, this luck is truly great this time!
Chen Wen thought, immediately drawing his axe.
The struggling spiral-horned antelope, trying to escape the trap, seemed to sense Chen Wen's killing intent.
It let out a terrified cry and lowered its head, pointing its horns, used for self-defense, at Chen Wen.
Seeing this, Chen Wen didn't hesitate.
After all, he wasn't sure when Yoshikawa Feng would return.
So, Chen Wen stepped forward, turned sideways, aimed at the spiral-horned antelope's neck, and swung his axe.
The spiral-horned antelope let out a shrill cry, but it lasted only a moment before it abruptly stopped.
This axe strike opened a large gash in its throat.
