Chapter 864: It Awoke

Pointy ears?

Elf?

No!

At this moment, the figure being dragged out of the dense forest by Chen Feng, even though her face was delicate, had no trace of the gentleness typical of ordinary elves.

Because judging by her figure, her height exceeded two and a half meters, almost reaching three meters!

Her physique and appearance were almost the same as humans. She had a long neck and a slender body, but not frail, with muscles in just the right places.

Her eyes were twice as large as a human’s, resembling cat eyes, her mouth was also big, her teeth very white, and she had a long tail, slightly curved, quite like a leopard’s tail.

Individually, each of these traits would belong to a pure monster, but gathered on her, they formed an unusual beauty.

And at this moment, her body had a pattern resembling zebra stripes covering her whole body, distributed like stars along her nerves and circulatory system, able to emit beautiful phosphorescent light in the darkness.

Chen Feng scanned her with his gaze and soon analyzed some of her information.

She possessed exceptional night vision, allowing her to see clearly in low-light conditions, perhaps a conventional evolution due to the surrounding environment.

Aside from that, her pointy ears gave her keen hearing, capable of detecting faint sounds, and her nose, shaped like a leopard’s, indicated highly sensitive smell, enabling her to track distant creatures through pheromones.

In her hand, she held a giant bow, two meters long, with an arrowhead crafted from a volcanic glass resembling obsidian. On it, Chen Feng detected some poison, which upon analysis, could affect the nervous system to a certain extent.

Of course, at her waist, she carried a hunting knife, a 25 to 30 centimeters curved blade not forged but obtained from some animals.

“Primitive human?” Chen Feng frowned slightly; judging by their equipment and attire, the technology tree here clearly hadn’t been illuminated.

More often, they made use of local materials, even their clothes were wrapped in animal skin. At this time, dragged by great force to the ground, her exceedingly long legs merged together, making those famed models pale in comparison.

Based on her attire, Chen Feng analyzed some important information.

This world had native life forms.

Their technology wasn’t advanced.

Due to the environment, their form evolved into shapes more suited to living.

As for their power, it was at the Golden Tier, but limited to physical enhancement.

Like a weakened version of the Master of Fist, within her body, Chen Feng didn’t feel any energy fluctuations, just exceptionally terrifying physical conditions, breathing like the Hellhound guarding Purgatory, imparting an intense sense of oppression.

She was a true hunter!

But…

At the moment, her demeanor was incredibly pitiful and timid.

A giant elf… she fit this name quite well. Despite having pointy ears too, her stature bordering on three meters, calling her a giant elf didn’t feel out of place.

Not sure if it was because Chen Feng appeared too suddenly or his aura was simply too frightening; at this moment, the native creature’s pupils dilated, body trembling, and her face revealed a look of panic and despair.

Her state seemed as if she had seen something she couldn’t believe, her entire being on the verge of collapse.

Chen Feng frowned, somewhat puzzled; he hadn’t done anything to her, no matter how fearful she was, she shouldn’t show such an expression, right?

Could it be… the so-called hunters were all outer strong but inner weak, these native creatures were actually cowards, or severe communication disorder patients?

Otherwise, why would she be so frightened upon seeing outsiders?

Flora and Inferior Demon also found it strange; after all, her condition was too unusual, making it rather perplexing.

“It’s awake! It’s awake!” The native’s spirit seemed to have collapsed, staring at Chen Feng, her eyes starting to become hollow.

“What did you say?” Chen Feng squatted down, attempting to hear more clearly.

“It’s awake, it’s awake!” The native repeated only this phrase over and over.

“It?” Chen Feng’s face carried a look of confusion, not “he?” but “It!”

It was a term for deity; from her trembling voice and expression, Chen Feng sensed a kind of primal fear.

Like a deer encountering a tiger, it was a fear embedded in the bloodline, carried for countless years.

It?

Could there be a sleeping deity here?

From her demeanor and tone, it seemed she mistook him for a fearsome entity.

Chen Feng felt a chill for no reason; what kind of place was this? To harbor a sleeping It?

Chen Feng even felt a bit helpless; ever since his rebirth, it felt like he was cursed with misfortune, facing terrifying enemies wherever he went.

However, the so-called misfortune was merely sarcasm; Chen Feng knew if he had been residing in Order, he wouldn’t have encountered any of this.

No encounter, naturally no chance to rise.

Through repeated exploration, facing formidable foes time and time again, Chen Feng could quickly accumulate power and stride into the Half-Step Epic.

“It’s terrible, there’s no doubt about it, but judging from the native’s tone, it seems to be in some sort of slumber, and…”

The native fears It, indicating that the deity wasn’t one she was loyal to; like Flora meeting the Dance Goddess under training or on the training path, she might be pious, respectful, indifferent, or unfamiliar, but never fearful, since It is the deity she served, impossible to destroy her upon descent.”

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The native fears It, evidently not a friend.

Chen Feng is apprehensive of It, clearly unable to confide in each other. Of course, it’s a joke; deities are supreme existences, once awakened, how could they confide? Chen Feng, a character like himself, would likely be crushed instantly by It.

Thinking this way, perhaps he and the native shared an enemy. Chen Feng’s goal was to turn this place into a cave; building a good relationship with natives would naturally reduce many unnecessary troubles.

This wasn’t the Insect Realm; the natives seemed to possess some wisdom, seemingly able to communicate.

Chen Feng somewhat missed the Mind-Reading Demon; it was adept at mental probing. If it were still alive, it could easily explore native memories, avoiding this much trouble.

“It’s awake! It’s… It’s awake!” The native remained mired in fear.

Chen Feng felt a bit distressed; the most pressing matter now was to wake her up.

The fastest way to awaken?

Chen Feng looked down at the native, then raised his right hand, executing a forceful strike, aiming at her face.

“Smack!”