What Han Yu saw was a Rocky Hoofed Ram.
And not just any ram.
"Fuck... Not this beast again..." Han Yu cursed.
The very same Nascent Soul realm Rocky Hoofed Ram he had encountered before. He could tell from the scars it still had from the previous conflict with the Frost Wing Wyvern which was now dead.
His luck had taken a cruel turn.
Worse still, the ram was not alone. It was locked in a brutal battle with the Frost Line Spirit Tiger he had narrowly avoided earlier. The two crazed beasts tore into one another, their attacks shaking the surrounding terrain as ice, stone, and blood scattered across the slopes.
Han Yu did not wait to see the outcome.
He turned and ran.
He poured Qi into his legs, weaving through ravines, leaping across broken ground, and forcing himself into routes he would normally avoid. The fight followed him like a natural disaster, the shockwaves of their clashes echoing closer and closer as the beasts rampaged across the mountains.
