"It really is a case of ever-changing fortunes."
The Mutant Beast in the form of a jackal that used to occupy the cold pool had vanished without a trace.
Through his telescope, Jiang Shu could clearly see a pitch-black, leopard-shaped Mutant Beast treating the surroundings of the cold pool as its territory, patrolling at a leisurely pace.
From time to time, some Mutant Beasts would carry wild animals in their mouths and place them at the edge a few miles away, evidently as offerings.
There were also those that did not submit, growling provocatively.
But their fate was quickly apparent.
With a blur of shadows and the whistling of the wind, in the next instant, the black leopard had charged half a mile away.
Just in a few breaths.
It pinned the restless Mutant Beast with one paw and, with sharp claws and teeth, snapped its neck.
A roar resounded, echoing through the mountains and forests.
