Chapter 133: Frost Bear
Suddenly, Lily spotted an unusual beast.
A bear.
Nearly six meters tall, it loomed over the battlefield, its whitish-blue fur shimmering like frostbitten steel. Its claws and fangs looked as though they had been carved straight out of frozen icicles, sharp and cruel.
Without a doubt, it was a pseudo–3-star beast, or perhaps even a low 3-star.
With a single swipe of its massive claws, a wave of biting frost burst outward, forcing nearby beasts—and even Candidates—to retreat. The air crackled with cold as the wave passed. The moment the bear paused, people scrambled away in blind panic. The fear only deepened when it was seen chewing through a low 2-star boar, tearing flesh and bone apart and finishing it within seconds.
The Master of the boar let out a choked cry, vomiting blood as the backlash of his beast's death ripped through him.
But Lily saw none of that as a warning.
She saw opportunity.
