It seemed as if he had just returned from hunting in the forest, the surface of the nail hammer in his thick hands was still stained with fresh, glaring red blood.
Behind him, a black-skinned bovine beast with its head smashed was being carried by a crowd of more than twenty goblins surrounding it.
Knowing that there would be a feast to enjoy tonight, a high-pitched and sharp laughter reached Xia Nan’s ears.
He couldn’t help but understand in his heart.
No wonder this cave was built so spaciously, nearly twice as big as the one he encountered last time.
It turned out to be a goblin community, led by a Bear Goblin chief, but with nearly forty green-skinned goblins under its command.
The only exit to the cave was blocked by the massive number of enemies.
The Bear Goblin’s Challenge Level of "1" far exceeded the range his current abilities could handle.
However, Xia Nan was not too nervous.
After all, he was not the only one standing here at the moment.
With the suspected high-level professional, Frogon, present, he should be able to escape safely... right?
In an instant, the rumors Xia Nan heard in the taverns these days about "barbarians" made him feel a bit insecure.
Truth be told, Xia Nan’s recent battle, although fought with full force, was relatively easy overall.
If the enemy mistakenly thought he still had some strength left and wanted to utilize a higher intensity battle to test his...
Chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a mysterious chill floating in the air.
Frogon glanced at Xia Nan beside him.
Leaving only one sentence:
Then turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cave.
Inside the originally stuffy, dirty-smelling cave, a bone-chilling cold wind suddenly blew through.
The chill in the air seemed to truly seep through the pores, into the muscles and bones.
Watching the figure’s back, Xia Nan suddenly shivered.
As if imprisoned within the stone walls, the cold wind gradually intensified, even reaching the howling level.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a long, wild beast roar brewing within.
Fine rock debris fell from the top, rippling layers in the rapidly cooling pool of blood.
The cave was trembling.
Xia Nan stood behind the barbarian, unable to see the other’s expression.
Aside from the wolf skin cloak swaying with the wind and the light clinking of the bone chain following the footsteps.
Mingled with the intense scent of blood, the chill expelled the air out of the cave.
Apparently alerting the Bear Goblin at the cave entrance to something amiss.
It growled low, signaling the goblins around to be on guard.
The nail hammer in its hand raised to its chest, yellow-brown eyes showing a fierce and sinister light.
But it stopped there.
Because in the next second, along with that imposing figure appearing in sight.
All life and warmth in the passage seemed to be devoured by the forest’s cold killing intent in an instant, turning into lifeless ice sculptures.
Then, Xia Nan finally heard the beast howl brewed in the cold wind.
The stone wall cracked,
Frost patterns spread across the passage floor, like numerous crystalline ice serpents climbing and winding.
Ice mist seemed to surge with each breath.
In his view, Frogon’s figure vanished from the original place as if by teleportation.
Then, accompanied by the confusion rising in his heart, came a explosive roar.
The majestic power honed by the ice storm seemed to collapse and solidify the passing air as if a vacuum.
The Bear Goblin still maintained its previous posture, the sharp tusk tips even still showed dripping saliva.
Its hide, tough as cow leather, was the first to disintegrate.
Scarlet blood burst from its pores.
Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its skin surface, then completely shattered, revealing the scarlet flesh and pale white bones underneath.
Goblins, these frail and thin common demons.
——Their lightweight bodies were blown away by the air waves, like some kind of low-quality building block toys, limbs scattered into fragments in the air, then ground into dust amid the continuous roar.
The howling cold wind violently stirred the stray hair on his forehead.
Frogon slowly walked out from the passage, a crimson dust mixed with blood and ice crystals around him, vaguely forming the shape of a Winter Wolf head.
The obsidian axe at his waist still remained unused.
A barbarian with a cold temperament from the Frost Moss High Plateau.
Merely using his own body, he shattered the demon community enough to wipe out an entire adventurer team.
The eardrum-piercing, blurred voice came from the air ahead.
Mingled with crystals, the blood flowed on the ground, the wolf’s howl seemed still lingering around the head.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, Xia Nan swallowed.