The truly skilled hunters always maintain a sense of reverence.
Before the outcome of life and death is determined, you can never be sure who is the hunter and who is the prey.
This is the most valuable experience Tang Fei gained from hunting on Mount Hate over the years, taught by blood and tears.
Because you don't know the extent of terrible injuries a seemingly defenseless wild beast can inflict with a desperate, struggling blow.
Shen Xinglan took the initiative to fly toward Yin Jiao, disappearing into its mouth without a trace. He intended to attack from the inside, aiming to destroy its inner core.
Clearly, he believed he was the hunter.
Tang Fei trusted his judgment.
After all, it was the Daoist who died, not poor me.
Anyway, he himself would never do such a thing.
In case he didn't fly well and got bitten in half by Yin Jiao...
Crack...
Wouldn't losing your lower half be the same as losing half your life?
