The wind turned bitter, and snowflakes swirled. The scorching heat from before vanished, replaced by a bone-deep chill.
If the arena had been a furnace moments ago, now it felt like an icy cellar. No one could stop shivering.
A gentle breeze skimmed the ground, where a clear sheet of ice had already formed. It reflected the trembling man and tiger.
Wang Yanfeng shuddered as the cold slowly seeped into his body, but he had no attention to spare for it. He stared fearfully at the Dimensional Rift ahead.
His pale lips quivered, and his face had gone deathly white. Whether it was from the sudden drop in temperature or something else, he could not tell.
What... what is that thing? Why am I... why am I so terrified?
The Flame Tiger beside him trembled too. The flames that had burned across its body were out, leaving only fiery-red markings. Its earlier arrogance was gone.
Under the overwhelming pressure bearing down on it, the tiger seemed to be facing its own leader. It gradually sank to the ground and lowered its head.
Ahead, a pair of ice-white eyes opened within the deep Dimensional Rift. They surveyed the scene before their owner slowly stepped into this world.
The first thing to emerge was an enormous head, almost as large as a hill.
Its brows were frost-white and long as thick whiskers, curving down beside its wild cheeks. They only heightened its regal bearing.
Its majestic silver whiskers carried an unmatched dominance, while the king-shaped mark on its forehead made it look all the more sovereign. Icy flames glimmered in its eyes, bringing a suffocating sense of danger as an invisible pressure spread outward.
Its body was white as amber, with a translucent sheen. Yet it was far from smooth: thick, handsome