Mystery Grade Lightfoot Skill (3)

Little did it know, before it could catch its breath, the man and beast that had left returned.

"Roar~~!" A soft roar, weak enough to let anyone know of its frailty at the moment.

"Hehe!"

Zhao Yu chuckled softly, drew the long knife from his waist, and with a single swipe as he passed, the tiger's head flew off, and dozens of coins scattered in a flash of white light.

With a casual scoop, he grabbed a handful of coins and continued running forward without looking back.

Behind him, the two-headed ox snake monster roared in anger, more furious than anyone else at the death of the saber-toothed tiger.

Of course, it wasn't mourning the death of the saber-toothed tiger; it was frustrated at being led around so many times...

What made it feel even more powerless was that the person ahead was even faster, able to close the distance between them.

If it had autonomy, it would have given up the chase, knowing it was futile.