Although Ang's movement was slight, the White Mane Bear seemed to sense the danger immediately.
It slowly stopped tearing at its prey, raised its massive head, and twitched its nose slightly, as though sniffing for an unfamiliar scent in the air.
Its beastly eyes, gleaming with a cold light, swept across the surroundings while its ears twitched incessantly.
"Level 4 Magical Beast..."
Ang silently weighed the situation, both hands pressed tightly against the cold earth as he suppressed even his breathing to the utmost limit.
The White Mane Bear was as strong as a human Level 2 Great Warrior. With Ang's current strength, he might still be able to contend with a Level 3 Magical Beast, but a Level 4 Magical Beast was on an entirely different level.
The fingers gripping the North Wind Steel Sword tightened slightly, his gaze fixed on the White Mane Bear's movements at all times.
This North Wind Steel Sword was merely a fine-grade Enchanted Weapon. Ang was not sure whether it could break through the White Mane Bear's thick white mane—especially since the beast was already highly alert to its surroundings.
After a long while, the White Mane Bear seemed unable to detect anything unusual and lowered its head to continue chewing on the remains of its prey.
Its sharp claws tore open the centaur's corpse, blood dripping from its mane onto the soil.
Ang's gaze fell on the centaur lying in a pool of blood—a male centaur, several claw marks still visible across his muscular chest.
His upper body was no different from a human's, his dark skin covered in scars, while his lower body was that of a horse covered in thick fur.
Beside the corpse, a broken stone spear lay crookedly in the dirt, its fractured end still stained with blood.