The footprints stretched further and further in the snow, the blood-red glow of the beacon outlined the figures of three people.
Aware that this was likely the strongest enemy he would face, Chen Zhou deliberately maintained a relatively stable speed to conserve stamina for the long run.
At the moment, he just needed an opportunity, a chance to break the deadlock—
The distant bonfire grew dimmer, and the towering smoke gradually vanished into the vast night sky.
The formation of two hunters and two mammoths spread out during the chase, and the distance between them grew larger and larger.
But neither the hunters nor the mammoths realized this; the tribal hunting was always like this: keep pursuing, keep chasing—the prey would eventually die under their spears, just like humans.
The beasts feared them.
The strong ones would be tamed by them, and those that dared to resist would be killed by them.
…
The chase across the snow had already stretched nearly three kilometers.
