My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 755 - 122: Ruins

Snow Wolf Ice Field, a vast ice field named after the clan, was once the territory of the Snow Wolf Clan, where no other clan dared step without permission lest they provoke a war of extermination.

But now, the ice field, once filled with purity, was engulfed in death, with hundreds of thousands of corpses distributed haphazardly in every corner.

In the sky, carrion-eating birds and beasts circled, periodically swooping down to tear at the bodies.

In the distance, a dense army of mutant creatures surrounded the valley where the Snow Wolf Clan resided, launching wave after wave of attacks like tides, with countless corpses rolling down the slopes, followed by more creatures climbing over the bodies of their comrades.

The entire valley resembled a meat grinder, and the thick blood plasma had no time to freeze, staining the entire mountain a dark blue.

Not far from the valley, atop a cliff, a black beast skin banner fluttered in the cold wind.

The banner’s twisted blood-red patterns outlined a ferocious beast, radiating endless dread.

Under the banner, a somewhat portly, robust man stood gazing out, wrapped in a white fox fur cloak, with the fluffy fox tail looping around his neck and draping over his left chest.

Behind him stood thousands of soldiers clad in leather armor and masks, rows of spears gleaming with a chilling murderous intent under the sunlight.

"Report!"

In the sky, a robust Ice Domain Snow Mountain Eagle sped past, flapping its wings.

The figure had barely landed before it leapt down.

"Great Clan Leader!" the person knelt on one knee, hands crossed over his shoulders, "Under our relentless assault, the Snow Wolf Clan’s numbers have dwindled to less than a hundred thousand. By sunrise tomorrow at the latest, the Snow Wolf Clan will be completely erased from the ice field."

"At that time, our Fog Whale Clan will dominate the entire ice field."

The man clad in the white fox cloak nodded, his calm voice betraying neither joy nor anger, "Continue the attack. If the Snow Wolf Clan still exists before sunrise tomorrow, you need not come to see me again."

The kneeling man trembled, bowing his head respectfully, "Yes."

The man in the white fox cloak turned, "Return to camp."

"Yes!"

The thousands of soldiers simultaneously stepped aside, forming a wide pathway.

Clang Clang Clang!

The spears crossed above the pathway, producing a series of crisp sounds of metal on metal.

The man walked nonchalantly through the pathway, receiving admiring gazes from the soldiers he passed.

Suddenly, the man paused, clutching his chest with his hand.

"Clan Leader!"

The surrounding soldiers immediately descended into chaos, dropping their spears and clumsily rushing to support him.

"I’m fine."

The man adjusted the white fox cloak on himself, looked up to the horizon, a dark purple glow twinkling beneath the golden mask, with vein-like lines subtly protruding on the exposed neck.

He suddenly laughed, muttering in a language the soldiers didn’t understand, "Interesting, you actually dare to chase me here."

...

In the following days, Shao Zifeng and his companions’ journey was relatively smooth; apart from a few encounters with mutant creatures, there was no significant danger.

As the journey home neared, the warriors’ tense emotions also relaxed considerably, yet their attitude towards Shao Zifeng still made him very uncomfortable.

As an educated adult man, he could not accept the old custom of kneeling at the drop of a hat.

You mean ’miser’ Jack?

He’s not even human.

The white beast skin banner fluttered in the wind, herds stampeded across the snowfield, leaving behind a swath of swirling snow dust.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from among the people.

Shao Zifeng fixed his gaze, and the continuous mountain ranges slowly emerged at the horizon’s end.

Looking at the familiar yet somewhat strange mountain ranges, a slight smile appeared on Shao Zifeng’s lips.

Having been away for so long, he quite missed his students. Shao Zifeng reached out and patted Yaya on the back, "Yaya, speed up a bit more!"

Upon hearing this, Yaya let out a low growl. A hint of blue light flashed across the Crystal Stone on its chest, and its speed suddenly increased, leaving the Kobett beast herd far behind in the snow.

Seeing this, Kadu pulled out his short sword and shouted loudly, "Full speed ahead, prepare to sound the horn!"

Boom!

The thudding footsteps echoed far across the desolate ice field.

As the saying goes, ’viewing the mountain kills the horse,’ and even more so in an opened environment like the ice field. After running wildly for a while, the speed of the beast herd gradually slowed down.

Seeing that they were nearly at the gathering place, Shao Zifeng was in no rush. After all, they hadn’t seen their loved ones in a long time, and he didn’t want to steal their limelight.

He reached into his pocket, where the amulet given by Katir emitted a faint chill, along with the Ruby ring he had prepared for the little girl.

The entrance to the mountain canyon was clearly visible, and a warrior sounded the horn.

According to their custom, when returning from a battle, it was necessary to sound the horn to inform their clansmen of their return, and to prepare meals to welcome and cleanse them from the journey.

The sound of the horns echoed over the ice field. Kadu led the way into the canyon first, and the others followed in single file, with Shao Zifeng entering last.

Suddenly, the advance halted up ahead, and the Kobett beasts blocked the canyon one after another.

Shao Zifeng was surprised and looked into the valley past the crowd.

Clink!

The Ruby ring slipped from Shao Zifeng’s hand, bouncing far away as it rolled down the canyon.

In his view, the valley was a field of scorched earth, collapsed houses covered with a thick layer of snow, and bodies spaced out chaotically across the ruins, with dried blood splattered everywhere.

Shao Zifeng’s pupils contracted violently, and furious flames burst forth from within him.

Boom!

The airflow carried shards of flames and spread through the canyon. Shao Zifeng flapped the fiery dragon wings on his back and transformed into a streak of light that swept over everyone’s heads toward the valley.

As if snapping to reality, people leapt off the Kobett beasts and rushed into the valley, crying and shouting.

Boom!

The Shao Zifeng, wrapped in flames, landed heavily on the ground, and the intense heat wave instantly blew the surrounding debris and snow into the air, turning into droplets as they fell.

Amidst the heart-wrenching cries, Shao Zifeng’s golden-red vertical pupils solemnly watched the ground.

On the uneven ground, distorted text was vaguely visible.

Katir.

Iruk.

Yitegu.

One by one, familiar names entered Shao Zifeng’s view, each associated with a familiar face.

Looking at these inscriptions, Shao Zifeng’s heart clenched fiercely, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

These were all things he had taught the children before he left, and he had said he would check them when he returned.

Crash!

Shao Zifeng knelt in the ruins, frantically digging through the debris with his hands.

As he moved a large rock, a cold little hand was revealed, causing Shao Zifeng’s heart to contract violently.

The clothes on the little hand were those Katir had worn.