Before the Hunting Forest, Bing Po looked at the dense snow-pine woods ahead. His expression did not change. After pondering briefly, he showed neither disdain nor solemnity, then sprinted forward.
Ice Clan members were far taller than humans. As a Demon King, Bing Po stood over ten feet tall. From afar, he looked like a wild man covered from head to toe in white fur.
As he ran, Bing Po pondered inwardly.
In the early stages of every struggle for the Ten Cold King, things had always been peaceful. The races rarely slaughtered one another. Only when they neared the Ice Emperor's Throne would the situation suddenly change, and by the time they reached it, the battles between the races would become incomparably brutal.
Following the guidance of the Great Demon King of his clan, Bing Po conserved his strength from the very beginning. His divine sense extended only about thirty feet outward, leaving him enough time to react should any enemy approach.
At the same time, his blood and qi flowed into his eyes and ears, observing every tiny detail and listening to every sound.
He ran for a full quarter-hour, and everything remained normal.
After three quarters of an hour, Bing Po had killed three ferocious beasts comparable to ordinary Demon Kings, and his expression eased slightly.
Most ferocious beasts possessed denser blood and qi than Demon Barbarians and Ice Clan members, but they knew only simple hunting and combat techniques. They could not bring the power of their blood and qi to its fullest, and thus could not compare to intelligent races of the same rank. Therefore, even when encountering ferocious beasts of a higher rank, the various races could easily escape. Yet on rare occasions, some ferocious beasts gained intelligence. Those were the nightmare of every