Yukon River Valley.
Hua Yun's handling of the grizzly was equally gruesome.
She skinned the grizzly bear in one piece, and in the process, she made a point to glance at where she had shot the bear.
As expected, though she had hit it and the shot was deep.
But the grizzly bear's fat was just too thick, the arrowhead only caused minor damage to the internal organs, not a fatal wound.
It's like using a level-one birdshot to hunt a level-nine plains bison in some hunting game.
Aiming at the heart, but hitting the surface.
The damage was completely not on the same level.
"If the grizzly bear were a bit thinner, like just after hibernation ends, or if it were an American black bear, these two arrows would probably have killed it."
Chen Wen walked over, pointing out.
Hua Yun nodded slightly, the feeling of doubting herself was slowly fading away.
This time the problem was underestimating the information, not a lack of archery skills.
