Chapter 936: Chapter 936: The Giant Cave Chapter 936: Chapter 936: The Giant Cave Greg Jensen took out his Twilight Snow Knife, skinned the bear, and then separated the innards from the chunks of meat.

The entire body of the Beast King was valuable, not a single part could be wasted, even the bear’s blood was essential.

As Greg Jensen’s Divine Dragon Transformation advanced to each higher level, he would need a considerable amount of Beast Blood.

Though the specific type was best, using the blood of a Level Ten Beast King as a substitute was not unacceptable, even if the effect might be somewhat diminished.

There was no choice, although Spiritual Energy was beginning to recover, the chance of finding an Ancient Fierce Beast was as fanciful as a fool’s dream.

Unless one were to wait a hundred and eighty years or so, it was possible that some Ferocious Beasts could revert to their ancient forms and produce rare species.

After sorting the Polar Bear meticulously, he directly stored it in the Storage Ring, Greg Jensen glanced back toward the direction of the village, but decided to check the cave first.

The sky gradually darkened.

The horizon emitted a smear of red light, stretching Greg Jensen’s Shadow extremely long, casting a lengthy silhouette on the snowy plain.

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Meanwhile, the Hunting Team’s convoy returned to the village, and their successful haul was warmly welcomed by the villagers.

This hunting expedition saw them unfortunately encounter a Beast King, but fortunately, they escaped back, and only one person died.

Yes, just one person!

For a Hunting Team that usually suffered casualties even when hunting regular Ferocious Beasts, this was a stroke of immense luck amidst misfortune.

Moreover, they brought back dozens of Ferocious Beasts intact, the meat was enough to sustain them through the entire winter.

Yet, no trace of excitement could be seen on anyone’s face, everyone’s emotions were exceedingly complex.

Sadness, guilt, pain, an array of negative emotions filled their hearts.

At that moment, Natasha stepped forward, and everyone’s expressions turned somewhat unnatural.

“Wow, you guys killed so many Ferocious Beasts, there’s nothing to worry about for this winter.”

Natasha was as happy as a child, her face beaming with a brilliant smile. Turning her head and noticing Greg Jensen’s absence, she felt a bit puzzled.

“Where’s Greg Jensen?”

Orlov, Eugene, and the others all fell into silence, their heads bowed, unsure of how to begin.

At that moment, their guilt peaked.

The atmosphere grew chillier.

Natasha sensed something was amiss, her smile slowly freezing.

“He…”
Orlov opened his mouth, his throat hoarse as he said, “Natasha, I’m sorry, he… died.”

“On our way back, we encountered the Beast King, and Greg Jensen died to save us…”
Eugne couldn’t finish his sentence as he began to tear up. The tall man, standing at one metre and ninety, thought of Greg Jensen staying behind alone and couldn’t stop his tears from falling.

“No, that’s not true!”

Natasha kept saying it was impossible, but deep down she knew all too well that her father and Eugene would never lie to her.

Greg Jensen must have truly died!

Although they had only spent two days together, Natasha had already developed a sense of dependency on Greg Jensen.

It was the imprint of the first man she encountered, more memorable than a first love.

“Why did he have to stay behind? He was just an ordinary person, it was his first hunt, how could you let him take the rear guard!”

Natasha, as if gone mad, pummelled her father and Eugene, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

Orlov and Eugene stood silently, letting her fists fall upon them.

If they could have taken Greg Jensen’s place, they would have wished to do so more than anyone else.

After a while, like someone exhausted, Natasha sat down on the ground and burst into violent sobs.

As others heard her crying, they gathered around; upon learning the new young fellow was gone, everyone felt downcast.

Someone whispered softly: “Greg Jensen wasn’t an ordinary person, he was a Superpowered Person, maybe…”

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope shone in their eyes, but considering he had to face the Beast King, the light quickly faded.

That was a Level Ten Beast King, countless strong individuals in the world were powerless against it, and even as a superpowered person, Greg Jensen’s chances of survival were extremely slim.

“Superpowered person? Then he must still be alive!”

Natasha looked determinedly at her father, “Shall we go find him, please?”

Orlov wanted to persuade his daughter to face reality, but looking at her stubborn expression, he found it hard to be harsh.

“Let’s go. I’ll accompany you on this journey.”

“I’m coming too!”

“And me…”

Eugene and the members of today’s hunting team all stood up and requested to join the search.

“Taking so many people will make us an easy target. Eugene, come with us.”

In the end, Orlov only took Eugene and his daughter back to the dense forest from before.

Orlov looked at the broken branches and shattered wood littered across the forest floor, as well as the two deep pits that had been smashed into it and couldn’t help but exclaim.

“When we left just now, there seemed to be only one pit, right?”

“It seems so…”

Eugene also perked up, “Could it be that Greg is still alive.”

“Look quickly, there’s a blood trail.”

The three of them arrived at the place where Greg had dealt with the bear’s carcass, and seeing the pool of blood on the ground, neither Orlov nor Eugene said a word.

They knew in their hearts that even if Greg hadn’t died before, having lost so much fresh blood, he was almost certainly dead now.

The reason Greg’s body was not found here was probably because it had been carried off by the Beast King, or even eaten directly.

Natasha also thought of this, but she still refused to believe it in her heart. A person who had been fine in the morning, to be dead by evening was unimaginable.

“He won’t be dead…”

She looked up at her father, “Papa, he won’t be dead, right?”

“Yeah, he’ll come back.”

Orlov nodded firmly; if possible, he too hoped that Greg could come back to life.

But…

…

Further north in the snowy plains, nearing the Arctic, the temperature was so low it was chilling to the bone, and even Greg felt a hint of coldness.

His mana, already sluggish, became even more difficult to manipulate; however, with the Divine Dragon Transformation at his disposal, Greg’s body was unyielding as diamond, and this degree of cold couldn’t faze him.

Though the journey was long and he couldn’t use his Flying Swords right now, his physical strength was ample, and his speed was swift.

He reached his destination in less than half a day.

The only discomfort he faced was the blinding snowstorm, which obscured his vision, forcing him to rely on his Divine Sense to search inch by inch.

After searching for roughly two hours, Greg finally found an entrance in a depression between mountains.

He hurried over and discovered the entrance had been sealed by ice, but from the outside, it looked identical to what the Polar Bear had remembered.

“This should be the place!”

Greg manifested his Dragon Scale Transformation, his right arm turned into a Dragon Claw, and with a single punch, the ice sealing the entrance shattered, revealing a two-to-three-meter-high opening.

He peered inside, didn’t smell anything off, and then stepped in.

Strangely, the temperature inside was even lower than outside, cold enough to chill to the bone.

Using his Divine Sense to scope the area, Greg realized he was in a cave.

Whether it was the ground or the walls, all the protruding stones had one thing in common: they were inclined inward.

Looking at the unevenness of the pathway, it didn’t seem man-made, but rather like something had burrowed into the ground, directly carving out this tunnel.

Greg suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued walking deeper.

After covering roughly two kilometers, he turned a corner and suddenly a vast space appeared in front of him.

Greg was shocked by the scene before him.