Under these circumstances, tracking was difficult, but he still found a few drops of blood on the leaves and a small tuft of hair rubbed against the trunk.,The weapon cleaved through metal like soft clay. Not to mention inflicting grievous wounds upon the leopard's insides, even the two blades that pierced his chest were spurting blood, staining him from head to toe.,He leaned back, lying down on the soft couch with half-closed eyes. The middle-aged man waved away the attendants around him before asking in a low voice, "Those nightmares again"。