Furthermore, since my spear pierced straight into its heart, causing a large amount of blood to gush out, it's a testament to its strong vitality if it can even blink an eye a few more times.

The bone knife clattered to the ground in Haru's hand. Only then did Susu realize the perilous situation she had just experienced. She thanked me with lingering fear.

"Master, thank you for saving my life."

I waved my hand and said seriously.

"Don't get distracted. Let's break out of here first and then discuss this issue. Whether we can even get out is still uncertain."

"Sir, those guys are starting to surround us again!"

As Dante spoke, he slew a Haru that was attacking him with one hand.

Seeing that the gash that had just been torn open was about to close again, I immediately fired another shot forward. As a large number of Haru fell at the muzzle of the gun, I shouted.

"Charge out!"

"good!"

Su Su and the other responded in unison, and immediately their Nepalese machetes flew up and down, the blades making precise cuts to the necks of the Haru.

Occasionally, Haru might manage to block one or two attacks, but it wouldn't last long, as Dante and I would immediately follow up with attacks from both distance and close range.

The unsolvable triangular killing formation and fighting style left the Haru rushing towards us with no way to defend themselves, and they could only move aimlessly like moths to a flame.

Even so, it couldn't break their offensive rhythm. Now I finally understand how terrifying it is when a fearless race goes berserk.

At this moment, they were like mad takins, recklessly using their numerical advantage to crush their opponents.

What's even more deadly is that they aren't like the wild antelope, all brawn and no brains.

The most basic warriors among these Haru have an IQ level that surpasses that of the Sand Beasts, not to mention the Haru of the ruling class.

After a series of battles, Haru had figured out how to attack us. They started bringing out long wooden sticks and spears, using them as their main weapons.

Some Haru found some rough wood, tied it together with vines, and made a temporary wooden wall to block our swords and spears.

Moreover, their teamwork seemed to require no rehearsal; even hastily assembled formations became well-organized under their guidance.

At this moment, Haru, who was holding the wooden wall shield, stood at the front and placed the shield in front of his chest.

The makeshift wooden wall shield that Haru made was estimated to be about 1.2 meters high. At this moment, when they raised the shield to their chests, it was equivalent to blocking their upper torsos.

It becomes not so easy for our swords and spears to kill them.

What surprised me even more was that they have now learned to form formations to attack us in a short period of time.

Haru, who held up a wooden shield in front, was responsible for blocking damage for his companions behind him, while Haru behind him started hitting us with wooden spears and clubs.

This tactic is undeniably ingenious. While the wooden walls weren't particularly sturdy, neither horizontal nor vertical slashes could quickly sever all the vines securing them.

With the wooden wall shield providing a delaying effect, our attack was as difficult as a stone thrown into the sea.

Many of the wooden sticks that came at us struck our armor like raindrops, making dull thuds, clearly indicating that Haru had used a lot of force.

However, it was of no use. Our leather armor was very thick, and since it had dried out, it had become even harder. Hitting it with a stick was like scratching an itch.

The biggest threat, in fact, comes from those sharpened wooden spears. While the skin of the crocodile cannot pierce them, the fish scale armor made of wild boar skin might.

Our actions are now being hampered by Haru, and the scales of crisis are once again tipping in our favor.

At this moment, Top could only squeak anxiously in the tree, occasionally throwing down dry branches, which did cause some interference with the Haru's vision.

Top knew this was a battle he couldn't get involved in; he figured he'd be beaten to a pulp within seconds of entering the fray.

To my surprise, Pat also joined the battle at this moment, which was unprecedented for him.

Pat, who usually sleeps except when on missions, did not attack directly with his claws and beak as he had done before.

Pat has been with me for so long, and like Top, it has a stronger ability to recognize and judge danger.

At that time, Pat, like Top, knew that launching a direct attack would be futile. So what followed was a cross-species communication and cooperation between them.

The branches that Top threw down earlier were not thrown randomly, but rather were deliberately and intentionally thrown at the Haru people under the tree.

The main purpose was to block the view of those Haru for a while.

Just as Haru felt that Top's injury was insignificant, Pat had already reached a height of several thousand meters in the air and then released his tightly clenched claws.

In Pat's palm-sized paws, he held two handfuls of small pebbles, each about the thickness of a thumb. Now that his paws loosened, the pebbles naturally slid out.

Harpy eagles in nature have a habit of using their claws to carry animal bones into the air, then using gravity to crush the bones and eat them.

Through long-term practice, these high-altitude throwing skills enable them to control the deviation of bones within one meter.

I don't know how high you all experienced objects being thrown from, but now, thousands of meters above the ground, stones are falling like raindrops, their acceleration making a piercing whooshing sound.

Just then, less than five meters behind us, we heard a series of sounds of skulls cracking.

Some of the Haru were still a little confused when they looked up. The next second, their heads were frozen in time, and then they burst open as if they had been hit by an anti-material sniper rifle.

Pat was out of bullets at the moment, but the power of these bullets already surpassed that of most bullets.

"Master... this... you also created this?"

Su Su clearly didn't hear me fire the gun, but the horrifying scene before her eyes made her wonder what else could have such terrifying power besides a bullet.

If I didn't know I was in a pristine world, I would have suspected that special forces had come to our aid carrying Barrett rifles.

However, when I saw that this was a shot that came from the sky, my first thought was of Pat high in the air.

Now I naturally know how powerful my shotgun is, but what I'm seeing now, even if it wasn't shot from a shotgun, wouldn't produce the same effect as this anti-materiel sniper rifle.

The only thing I can think of is objects being thrown from high places. Pat and Top are both smart enough to know that close combat is not their forte, so they cooperate to counter those Pats who want to slow us down, giving us a chance to survive.