Snow Mane could pretend to be dead, and pretend it did well.
This wasn't something new.
But the fact that it could shoot out those hundreds of quills on its back, Xia Hong really hadn't thought of that.
Thud, thud, thud...
The ground trembled continuously under Snow Mane's frantic escape, and amidst the flying snowflakes in the rear were the figures of Xia Hong and the other eleven pursuing relentlessly.
"It seems the quills on its back are its ultimate move, luckily we mainly used bows today, this counts as a lucky hit!"
In the midst of his quick chase, Xia Hong glanced at the wound on his shoulder, his eyes showing a hint of relief.
If it weren't for lacking strength, he wouldn't have let the other fifteen disperse and hide in the surrounding trees, using bows to hunt Snow Mane.
