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 frost-covered steel. Its claws and fangs looked as though they had been carved from frozen icicles—long, sharp, and deadly.
Without a doubt, it was a pseudo–3-star beast, perhaps even a low 3-star.
With a single swipe of its massive claws, a wave of biting frost erupted outward, forcing nearby beasts—and even the candidates—to retreat. The air itself crackled with cold as the icy wave surged across the field.
The moment the bear paused, people scrambled away in blind panic. Their fear only deepened when the beast was seen tearing into a low 2-star boar, ripping through its flesh and bones before devouring it in seconds.
The boar's Master let out a choked cry and vomited blood as the backlash from his beast's death tore through him.
But Lily saw none of that as a warning.
She saw it as an opportunity.
