"The flesh of this bipedal beast king is the most fragrant, we absolutely must not let it escape."
It squinted its eyes, watching the two-legged beasts hastily gather together in the distance, pointing those bright, shining fires at itself, and laughed coldly in its heart.
"First exhaust their strength, wait until those two-legged beasts scatter, then I can eat that beast king."
It cautiously accelerated, weaving through the snow-covered woods, watching as the two-legged beasts grew more and more panicked, their formation more and more disorganized, feeling utterly satisfied.
Ever since it ate that injured white deer, its mind had become clearer and clearer, and with this ever-clearer mind, it had evaded several encirclements by the patterned two-legged beasts, finally leaving its own kind behind and stumbling to this place.
