The roar that echoed across the ice field took away all the accumulated pressure in Lin Yu'an's heart and exhausted his last bit of wild ecstasy.
He slowly lowered his arms, his chest heaving violently like an old bellows, breathing in the cold air deeply.
After the extreme excitement, his gaze gradually regained the calm and sharpness inherent to a Hunter.
The silver harvest made up of over forty fish in front of him was both a badge of victory and a huge, ticking countdown trouble.
Such a strong fishy smell, on this ice field extremely sensitive to scent, was like a dinner bell broadcast to all the predators within several tens of kilometers.
Wolves, wolverines, and even polar bears further away, their keen noses likely already caught the scent and started moving towards here.
He must patiently unravel the fish one by one, although it's slower this way, it maximizes the preservation of the stinging net's integrity.
