Those who practiced cultivation and evolution had large appetites.
This Tianpeng Mountain Pig wouldn't last many days, especially since after its death, it lost its mythical aura and experienced significant "shrinkage." The actual edible meat was equivalent to that of an ordinary adult pig.
Wu Hen planned to carry the year-end supplies back home. Just as he hoisted the pig on his back, the Ancient Sword in his body suddenly unsheathed and, without warning, slashed at the drifting snowflakes above!
"Buzz!"
The Black Glass Sword emitted a dragon's roar, creating a clear sword mark in the hazy, snowy sky, extending from the earth to the airspace of Red Snow Mountain!
It was this clear sword trace that allowed Wu Hen to see a majestic and heroic figure. The brownish fur fluttered in the frost, sharp claws gleamed like silver blades, and a pair of robust wings were slightly tilted, allowing its wild body to narrowly evade the sword!
