First Year of the Great Xia, April 30
In the depths of the Arrow Bamboo Forest, a Cold Beast with snow-white fur was roaring furiously towards the sky.
The Cold Beast stood upright like a human, approximately over four meters tall, covered in snow-white fur. Its body was exceptionally wide and thick, with enormous palms bearing claws like steel hooks more than ten centimeters long, incredibly intimidating.
At this moment, however, an Iron Arrow was lodged in its left eye, spewing out dark green blood, while its remaining right eye was bloodshot red, roaring incessantly.
Not only its left eye, but the Cold Beast’s two feet were each trapped in a half-meter-long ring-shaped animal trap. Although the serrated edges hadn’t pierced through flesh, they were firmly embedded in its paws.
These two animal traps were also tied with ten ropes, stretched taut, extending over ten meters in all directions, with ten people dressed in Beast Skin Clothing at the ends, gritting their teeth as they held on tightly.
"Almost there, switch sides, and pull together!"
From a large tree to the left of the Cold Beast, Yue Feng shouted aloud.
Hearing him, the ten people holding the ropes immediately moved.
They quickly changed their positions, gathered together, then collectively gritted their teeth and pulled the ropes backward with force.
The animal traps were pulled from one direction, causing the Cold Beast to tilt over. Despite its constant roaring, trying to regain balance, within less than three seconds, it toppled over.
With a loud crash, the Cold Beast’s body fell and hit the snow, stirring up a snow fog over ten meters high.
The moment the Cold Beast fell, Yue Feng, who was nocking an arrow on the tree, locked eyes with its right eye and swiftly released the bowstring.
The Iron Arrow pierced through the layers of snow fog in mid-air, hitting the Cold Beast’s right eye with unerring precision.
Now blinded in both eyes by the Iron Arrows, the Cold Beast’s roar turned increasingly hysterical, its ferocity fully aroused. It slammed its huge palms on the ground, sending tremors throughout a radius of several tens of meters.
"Let’s see how hard you are to kill!"
Grasping a Longsword, Yue Feng leapt down from the tree, landing directly on the Cold Beast’s head. Seizing the moment while it was roaring and its mouth was still open, he exerted force with both hands, thrusting straight into its mouth.
Dark green blood spurted out. With a fierce gleam in his eyes, Yue Feng gripped the Longsword and stirred it fiercely in the beast’s mouth.
At the same time, a continuous stream of Iron Arrows was shot into the Cold Beast’s pupils, and the ten people who had been pulling the ropes also charged over with large knives, frantically hacking at the weaker parts of the Cold Beast’s body.
In its death throes, the Cold Beast’s resistance became even more frenzied, with its enormous palms pounding indiscriminately in front of itself. Yue Feng, along with the other ten, relentlessly attacked while constantly dodging.
Yet despite this, three people were accidentally struck by the Cold Beast’s palms, their bodies sent flying backward over ten meters like cannonballs.
If not for the snow on the ground cushioning them, the distance could have been even greater.
Seizing a gap, Yue Feng glanced back and saw the three spitting blood and struggling to stand, with urgency flashing across his face.
A giant palm of the Cold Beast came whistling in, but Yue Feng ducked beneath it, with his peripheral vision catching sight of the two Iron Arrows lodged in the Cold Beast’s eyes. Gritting his teeth, he firmly grasped the sword hilt, twisted his body suddenly, and slammed his legs down onto the ends of the two Iron Arrows.
The seventy-five centimeter-long Iron Arrows, originally only halfway embedded, were now fully driven into the Cold Beast’s eyeballs with that stomp from Yue Feng’s legs.
In excruciating pain, the Cold Beast let out a violent scream, and with a sudden convulsion of its body, all the ten-plus people, including Yue Feng, were thrown off.
The ten-plus people were all sent flying and crashed into the snow, with almost everyone but Yue Feng coughing up blood.
"Don’t engage directly, shoot from afar, it’s at its limit now!"
Suppressing the blood rushing in his chest, Yue Feng shouted to the others, then took the lead by pulling out a longbow and firing quickly at the Cold Beast, which was stumbling and fleeing deeper into the bamboo forest.
The others, hearing this, didn’t dare to delay, forcing themselves to stand, spreading out, each drawing their longbows and firing arrows frantically at the Cold Beast.
The Cold Beast, already blind, was stumbling chaotically, crashing into trees along its path. In less than a dozen heartbeats, it was worn down by Yue Feng and the others from behind, using Iron Arrows.
The enormous body fell to the snowy ground, making a loud crash.
The serious expression on Yue Feng’s face finally relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath.
"Captain, are you okay?"
"It’s finally dead, quick, help the injured,"
"Yuwen Sizheng was right, the vitality of this White Bear is incredible."
"That hide is terrifying too. I just struck the same spot with my big knife five times before it finally cut through."
"If we hadn’t shot its eyes first, we might not have taken it down."
"The captain’s last strike was crucial; both Iron Arrows penetrated deep into its skull, yet it still managed to unleash such strong force, sending all of us flying."
Standing still, Yue Feng panted heavily for more than ten breaths, ignoring the others’ discussions, and swiftly moved to the side of the three people who had just been struck by the White Bear’s giant palm.
"Yuankun, how are you all holding up?"
The three were barely sitting upright, with Li Yuankun, the least injured, applying Golden Healing Powder to himself, while the other two, more seriously injured, each swallowed a Blood Sore Pill.