"We don't have to chase after them," Xiao Ming's voice rang out, stopping Xue Mao in his tracks just as the snow cat was about to pursue the fleeing Death Deers.
With an unwilling snort, Xue Mao returned to Xiao Ming's side, his feline eyes still burning with a heated glare in the direction of the retreating beasts.
It was as if he had been forcibly parted from a treasure, his instincts craving the thrill of the hunt.
Unlike his earlier indifference toward the Death Bears, Xue Mao's predatory nature had been fully awakened by the fleeing deers.
Xiao Ming, however, seemed unbothered. His attention was focused on the swirling gray orbs of Death Souls hovering above his palm.
The sight was mesmerizing, the souls pulsating with a faint, eerie light as they floated in the air. Zhou Cui, standing nearby, couldn't help but suck in a cold breath as he observed the scene.
