The dog is more agile, but it has broken both legs and is still barely clinging to life.
The infected hunters were not very bright to begin with, and they almost all died instantly after falling.
Only a few of the stronger ones survived.
For example, the short, stocky captain of the first team who knew Iron Dog Kung Fu.
And then there's Feng Qianming's disciple, that wicked young man.
Their external martial arts skills seem to be quite formidable; the spikes in the trap can't harm them at all.
Many hunters died on the spot, but most of them were skilled in agility, and some managed to survive by standing on the fallen wooden pillars.
However, these supports were also covered in grease and were very slippery.
Those who weren't good at light footwork also fell on the spikes.
After all, these martial arts masters aren't cultivators.
If a cultivator can fly, then traps are practically useless.
However, it is still very effective against these martial arts masters who cannot fly.
Of the 190 hunters, only 40 or 50 have survived, and almost all of them are injured, including Feng Qianming.
Feng Qianming is now standing on the fallen wooden pillar, looking at her troops, which are now reduced to a few remnants, with a grim expression.
This height is no match for Feng Qianming, whose martial arts skills are superb.
"No wonder they're a fighting nation, they're really ruthless."
Feng Qianming thought to herself that the trap had been triggered, and many of the villagers had died.
Then, he sniffed and looked around at his surroundings.
"The smell in this trap... is it oil?"
He squatted down and touched the slippery wooden pillar at his feet.
Something's not right!
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