Chapter 827: Snow Spirit Flower
Max silently restrained his aura using his green soul and stepped into the icy valley where the screams were heard and the rainbow light was shown.
Though called a valley, it resembled more of a frozen battlefield—an expansive glacier surrounded by jagged walls of ice, with sharp cones jutting out like spears and the ground slick like polished crystal.
The cold bit at his skin, but it wasn’t the frost that made him pause—it was the heavy, violent pressure in the air. As he scanned the area, the scene before him was bathed in carnage.
Five or six massive snow bears, each at least the size of small trucks, lay dead across the ground, their white fur soaked red and their bodies mangled. Trails of blood led deeper into the valley, where more snow bear corpses could be seen scattered like discarded rags.
Following the trail, Max’s gaze locked onto the chaos unfolding near the mouth of a large snow cave. More than twenty snow bears remained, charging furiously at a single figure standing defiantly between them and the cave’s interior.
The figure was a tall, bronze-skinned young man clad in a yellow battle robe, gripping a massive iron rod that shimmered with condensed energy. With brutal precision, he crushed skulls, shattered ribs, and sent snow bears flying.
Each swing of his iron staff created sonic booms and shattered ice beneath his feet. Blood stained his robe, but his expression was wild—ecstatic, fearless, almost enjoying the slaughter.
Max’s eyes narrowed. That strength, that rod technique, and that attire—it could only mean one thing. He was from the Mountain Gods Valley, a faction known for producing warriors who cultivated strength through sheer brute force and body refinement.
Max had heard rumors of their brutality and unwavering courage, but seeing it firsthand was different. This warrior—Mack, he soon learned—was impressively at the 6th level of Legend Rank, but he held his own against a tide of equally ranked snow bears, and with frightening ease.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the snow cave behind Mack, urgent and strained: "Brother Mack, there is indeed a Snow Spirit Flower here, but the Snow Bear King is inside. I am no match for him. Come and help me."
The moment "Snow Spirit Flower" was mentioned, both Max and Mack reacted instinctively. Mack’s eyes gleamed like a beast who had smelled prey.
With a powerful swing that knocked back several charging snow bears, he roared and dove straight into the cave, his iron rod spinning like a whirlwind. The surviving snow bears roared in unison and gave chase, charging after him into the depths of the snow cave with thunderous momentum.
Max’s expression sharpened. The Snow Spirit Flower—one of the rarest treasures in Azure Wolf Mountain—was now confirmed to be real. But with the Snow Bear King still inside and Mack already engaged, Max knew things were about to get even more chaotic.