Suddenly, Han Feng thought of something.

Just now, he chopped the Mist Spirit Beast with a knife, leaving a gash on its chest.

If nothing unexpected happens, the green liquid must have flowed out from the gap.

As long as we search along the green liquid, we will definitely find the injured fog spirit beast.

Han Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, a hint of coldness appeared on his face, and then he chased after him.

After walking about a hundred meters, the injured fog spirit beast appeared in sight.

At this moment, he was lying in the grass, groaning in pain.

"Can you escape from my grasp?"

Han Feng stepped forward and pressed forward.

Seeing Han Feng coming to kill him, the Mist Spirit Beast was terrified. It endured the pain and stood up to flee.

But before he could take a few steps, he suddenly felt an invisible force binding his body, and he could not move at all.

At this moment, he was suffering from Han Feng's spatial restraint.

Bang!

Han Feng stomped the ground hard and rushed to the side of the fog spirit beast like a tiger, raising his machete and chopping it fiercely.

With a click.

The neck of the Mist Spirit Beast was broken, and its head was separated from its body and fell to the ground.

The headless corpse convulsed, then fell straight down next to the head.

At this moment, a starlight suddenly bloomed in front of me.

The next moment, the body of the fog spirit beast disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, a crystal clear bead emerged.

Han Feng was very excited and grabbed it in his hand.

When he was about to put it into the space bag, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out behind his head.

"Someone attacked me?"

Han Feng's eyelids twitched and he reacted quickly, rolling on the ground.