The air inside the car seemed to have solidified, so oppressive it was almost suffocating.
Qi Yun and Brother Peng dared not even breathe, their eyes fixed intently on the grizzly bear ahead and the hunting rifle in Mendeleyev's hands, their hearts in their throats.
The next second, a vicious glint appeared in the bear's eyes; it suddenly rose up, let out a low growl, and charged rapidly towards the vehicle.
"Bang!"
A flash of fire, and the sharp crack of gunfire shattered the silence of the snowfield, as Mendeleyev fired the moment the grizzly began its charge.
No one could tell which part of the grizzly's body the bullet hit, but its massive body abruptly halted, its initial leap forward interrupted, stumbling back instead.
"Roar!"
The grizzly let out a deafening roar, echoing across the open snowfield, shaking the snow off the nearby trees.
It was hard to tell whether the roar was one of pain or anger.
