"What's wrong, sir!"

Dante was also very anxious as Pat was about to fall into a disadvantageous position.

I wrapped some pine resin in sawdust, lit it over a fire, and handed it to Dante so he could replace his flint arrows. I also told him...

"Once loaded, blow the dart out onto the giant dragonfly's wing immediately, otherwise it will damage the blowgun."

Dante immediately understood what I wanted to do. Those transparent wings were very thin and flammable. As long as its wings were burned, the giant dragonfly would naturally fall down.

At that moment, Dante quickly took the blowgun from before, put the burning arrow into the blowgun pod, and blew it out at one of the fluttering giant dragonflies.

"Whoosh!"

A tongue of fire shot out from the blowgun and hurtled toward the giant dragonflies. The next moment, the flapping wings of one of the giant dragonflies burst into flames, and without the support of its wings, the dragonfly instantly turned into a fireball and fell from the sky.

"Dante, well done!"

I excitedly lit another blowgun wrapped in pine resin and handed it to Dante.

"Whoosh!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Dante cocked the gun and fired in one swift motion. This time, perhaps because the remaining giant dragonfly was on guard, it flew upwards slightly, and the fire arrow did not hit its wing, but instead struck its side.

Supported by the oxygen-rich air, the arrow did not go out; the pine resin on it splashed onto the giant dragonfly's body, instantly igniting a flame on its abdomen, legs, and sides.

The intense pain and terror made the giant dragonfly forget about attacking Pat and immediately try to escape into the distance.

Su Su, who had already set up her crossbow, was not about to let it have its way. She fired several bolts in succession, and the giant dragonfly was shot down before it could fly three meters.

With only one giant dragonfly remaining, Pat's pressure eased considerably. His eagle claws seized another opportunity, gripping a gap in the dragonfly's carapace and piercing it like daggers.

The excruciating pain caused the giant dragonfly to flap through the air, carrying Pat under its weight. Both sides had expended a tremendous amount of energy during this fight.

At this moment, Pat took advantage of the fact that the giant dragonfly's body structure prevented it from biting his abdomen, and held the giant dragonfly tightly, refusing to let go no matter how much it struggled.

Unlike Pat, the Meganeam doesn't have many other equipment. Apart from its pair of huge mouthparts, which pose a threat to Pat, the rest of its body is practically just for show.

Meganeams are, after all, insects; they only possess the instinct to feel pain, not the wisdom to cope. They don't realize that struggling haphazardly in this oxygen-rich environment will only accelerate their energy depletion.

Soon, that giant dragonfly, just like Dante and I before it, exhausted itself to the point of exhaustion.

As the giant dragonfly struggled to fall from the sky, Pat released its claws and flew quickly toward me.

I naturally knew what Pat was thinking at that moment, and immediately said to Pat...

"Come over here," I said, pointing to the remains of the giant dragonfly that Dante had severed earlier. "The muscles of these insects are excellent sources of protein, perfect for replenishing energy."

After the fight with the three giant dragonflies, Pat's energy expenditure in the air must have been much greater than on the ground.

Pat is now in the same situation as Dante and I were back then, on the verge of extreme hunger and desperately needing some food to replenish himself.

Pat didn't care what kind of meat the giant dragonfly in front of him was, or how it tasted, and began to lie on it and devour it.

He looked as if he hadn't eaten for years, so hungry that Dante, who had seen it before, was fine, but Su Su, who was standing next to him, looked on incredulously.

Dante, standing to the side, chuckled and said...

"When I told you that my husband and I were about to starve to death in that sinkhole area, you absolutely refused to believe me. Now that you've seen it with your own eyes, do you believe it?"

Su Su frowned and looked at me, asking,

"Master, what exactly is going on? How can something like this make you hungry just by moving around? How can something so outrageous happen?"

I nodded. From Su Su's perspective, this was indeed a bit of an exaggeration.

"As I mentioned before, the oxygen concentration here is much higher than outside, so even here, you won't feel tired at all even with strenuous activity."

As I spoke, I quickly did a set of push-ups on the ground, a total of fifty, which I completed in almost fifty seconds.

Doing push-ups at this speed would definitely leave me breathless if I were outside, but I'm still perfectly fine and show no signs of fatigue.

I continued,

"Dante is right. Our bodies become less sensitive to fatigue here. So it is really possible for the body to be severely overdrawn and depleted in a short period of time, to the point of starvation."

After my explanation, Su Su's furrowed brows finally relaxed. In Su Su's mind, I was a very knowledgeable person. Since I said so, I must be right.

Pat ate very quickly, and soon his crop was full.

We took the thickest part of the thorax from the remaining giant dragonfly meat, shaved it off, and hung it on a rope next to our backpacks.

Our backpacks are now stuffed with all sorts of things, mainly fruits that Top collected, which we really couldn't bear to throw away.

Compared to meat, the fructose, vitamins, and minerals in fruits are also essential elements for the human body. In critical emergencies, they can be eaten raw, and they taste quite good.

With my explanation and Pat's actions as a reference, everyone consciously slowed down, keeping their pace at a normal walking speed.

Pat can't continue scouting for now; it just ate. Although food digests much faster here than outside, I think it's best to let Pat rest for half an hour first.

We continued walking, and all we encountered were edible fruits and the like. These trees seemed to have been deliberately transplanted to this area.

The deeper we went, the more we discovered that the number of those Protosporum algae began to increase dramatically.

Looking around, nearly 80% of the vegetation is Protoplasma gondii, which is probably the reason for the abnormal oxygen levels in this area.

According to the murals we saw in the tribal cave, many of the *Prorocentrum spp.* were brought here from the forbidden area in the west by Haru and planted here, so we are on the right track.

The area here is very large, and we don't know where the stronghold of those Haru is located.

Another strange thing is that those fruit trees might also have been planted by Haru, but we haven't seen a single Haru after walking for so long, which seems very unusual.