Chapter 1148

"Shut it! The beasts are mine, the herbs are mine—everything here is mine!" Wyatt declared, his tone as domineering as ever. The surrounding martial artists had no words for his audacity. They simply slinked away, knowing full well they couldn't stand being in the same area as this lunatic—not even for scraps. Afterward, Wyatt made his way down to the lake at the base of the slope. He quickly cleaned the chunk of antelope meat he'd cut earlier, then headed back into the forest. There, he set up a fire, fully intent on roasting his prize. Wyatt loved this place. It was teeming with exotic beasts and rare creatures that couldn't be found anywhere else. It was like a primal hunting ground where he could unleash his wild side. "If only I had a divine bow," Wyatt mused as he turned the leg of lamb over the flames. His flying sword was a trump card he couldn't casually use. A bow and arrow would be perfect for hunting in a place like this. And it wasn't out of the question—this Land of