"Roar..."
In the distance, Xia Hong took advantage of this moment to apply the Golden Sore Powder on his chest. Just as he was about to look up, the Snow Mane opened its Blood Basin mouth and let out a wild roar. A massive sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.
He immediately abandoned the action of looking up, not daring to even glance, and flattened himself on the ground. A white ice spike, more than ten meters long, flew past, almost grazing his scalp.
Sss...
The white ice spike pierced through the large tree behind him, and as the Snow Mane suddenly dipped its head, the spike cut straight downward, slitting the massive tree in half, causing it to collapse on both sides.
"Its tongue is longer, more flexible, and sharper than a Low-level Snowman's!"
