Before he could react, a vicious gust pressed down from above. Shen Le instinctively rolled aside. With a sharp crack beside him, ice and snow broke apart, and he plunged downward.
At the critical moment, he slapped a hand against the ice, circulated his breathing technique, and shot into the air, stepping repeatedly through empty space!
One step, two steps... seven steps!
Snow and ice came roaring down around him. Shen Le had already shifted onto the nearby ice wall, gripping a crack in the ice and avoiding the ferocious avalanche.
Just as he was about to look for his enemy, the ice above and behind him cracked again, followed by an enraged roar:
"Awoo—!!!"
What the hell is that beast?!
What kind of huge cat made it all the way up here?!
If I remembered correctly, this place should be more than 6,000 meters above sea level— even snow leopards could probably only reach 5,800 meters at most!!!
A fishy wind swept over his head. Having missed its strike, the great cat leaped along the ice wall in an instant, vanishing somewhere beyond his sight and reach.
Shen Le took a deep breath, turned his head and searched, but found nothing. He calmed himself and listened carefully, yet gained nothing.
This thing's camouflage was simply absurd. In his previous life, Shen Le had stared at photographs until his eyes hurt and still failed to spot those black-and-white mottled snow leopards, whose fur resembled the rocks so closely...
At this point, he could only trust his instincts. Shen Le sprang up and, in a few steps, landed on a platform with nothing around it. He turned in place, pointed, and his treasured sword shot out—
Within a hundred paces, the sword could fly and change course on its own, fight