Chapter 829: Stealing
They surged forward in tandem, their fists, halberds, and forceful blows falling like a hailstorm. The cave was lit with bursts of light and flying blood, the Snow Bear King howling in agony as each strike crushed its bones and ruptured its flesh.
Finally, its cries ceased, and with a heavy boom, the beast collapsed, its giant body trembling once before going still forever.
Breathing heavily, their bodies coated in blood and injuries, Senior Brother Mack and his companion looked at each other. And despite the exhaustion, a wild grin began to form on their lips—a grin of triumph, of overcoming odds and slaying a monster fit to rule the snowy mountains.
But as they turned toward the spiritual flowers behind them—their prize, their reward—those smiles froze in place.
The Snow Spirit Flowers were gone.
In their place stood an empty patch of earth. And sprinting away from the far end of the cave was a figure clad in dark clothes, his form blurred with speed, a small bundle clutched tightly in his hand. The glow of five Snow Spirit Flowers radiated faintly from within. It only took them a second to realize what had happened—and who had taken them.
"Stop him!" roared Mack, his face contorting with rage.
They recognized the figure instantly—Max. And more importantly, they saw his aura.
"An 8th level Master Rank?!" the other disciple shouted, disbelief and fury exploding in his voice.
They had fought tooth and nail, endured injuries, and even used up a precious Mythic Rank Fire Bead to defeat the Snow Bear King.