In the Far North, bitter winds, ice, and snow were the prevailing themes.
The relentless gales swept across the land, sending snow swirling and whipping up dirt and loose stones.
To adapt to the extremely low temperatures here, the Soul Beasts that lived in this region had all evolved distinctive camouflage. Almost all had white fur, and when they lay against the ground, they blended into the snow so perfectly that it was impossible to tell the two apart.
A Flower Snow Leopard lay motionless in the snow. An experienced predator with two thousand one hundred years of cultivation, it was not among the strongest in the Far North, but it still belonged to the middle ranks.
At that moment, it had set its sights on an Icehead Roe Deer nearby. This Soul Beast with seven hundred years of cultivation had rich, succulent meat packed with high-energy protein. Once it ate the deer, the Flower Snow Leopard could endure another full month without food, sparing itself the risks of hunting.
The wind and snow howled, striking its body with icy force.
Even the Flower Snow Leopard, adapted as it was to these extremely low temperatures, could feel its surface temperature approaching a critical point. The blood inside its body was beginning to congeal, and even its limbs were growing numb.
Despite that, the Flower Snow Leopard waited patiently as the Icehead Roe Deer drew closer, step by step.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Three meters!
The Flower Snow Leopard narrowed its eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them. Its entire body began to engage like a precision machine. Its back arched slightly, its paws pressed firmly against the frozen ground, and its muscles tightened like a bowstring drawn to its limit. Once the moment arrived, it would shoot forward and kill