The vast expanse of Snow Mountain seemed infinite, with stunning ups and downs, peaks, and forest patches all wrapped up in a blanket of snow. There was an austere beauty to its imposing height, and an even more distinguished other-worldly elegance in its sheer precipitousness.
Cai Wei rode on the back of the white tiger, darting among the mountains like a streak of lightning. At this moment, her admiration for the white tiger was like a boundless, unstoppable river or an overflowing Yellow River, completely uncontrollable once it started.
"Collect!"
It was her shout, she had lost count how many times she had roared this word.
"Swish!"
Four or five wild boars that had just passed away on the ground vanished instantly. If not for the unfrozen bloodstains on the snowy ground, no one would believe what had just happened.
"Oh, ninety-seven boars now!"
