Fresh blood dripped onto the ground, staining the weeds trampled under the fierce beast's feet a dark red. Muchen's knife hadn't delivered an immediate killing blow, and the creature began to thrash violently, desperate to throw off that little human clinging to its back.
Muchen clamped his legs tightly around the beast's body, hugged its head with one hand, and with the other, plunged the dagger deeper. He didn't dare pull it out, instead clamping the beast's body even tighter and increasing the force in his hand. A guttural howling rang in his ears, and the fierce beast's movements gradually slowed until, with a few final shakes, it collapsed with a heavy thud.
Muchen gasped for breath, sweat beading on his forehead. He climbed down from the fallen beast and checked again, confirming its death. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly used his dagger to dig out the beast crystal before swiftly departing the area.
