Deep affection knows no origin; remember the polar bear's love for you.

Chapter 142 Haze
After a muffled thud as flesh was torn apart and slammed, the white wolf fell heavily to the ground, the shockwave sending shards of leaves swirling in the air.

This dramatic turn of events caused the pack of wolves, who were following the wolf king's orders to attack Xia Tian and Da Bai, to turn their attention to the heavily wounded wolf king. They looked at each other in bewilderment, and their offensive slowed down.

Summer reacted quickly and immediately seized the opportunity to break out of the encirclement!
Her gaze swept over Guo Mi's ears, which were soaked in blood and unrecognizable, and she gave her a look before leading Da Bai away without looking back in the direction from which the salmon and fishbone sounds were coming.

Guo Mi watched her leave, feeling slightly relieved. She took a half step back, panting, and looked down at the white wolf lying on the ground.

Its once pristine white fur is now dull and lifeless, covered in clumps of grass sap and dust. Its right cheek is smeared with dark red blood, its eye sockets are sunken, and its left hind leg is bent unnaturally, covered with deep, bone-revealing claw marks.

Guo Mi's claws didn't break its waist, but they did break its leg.

Even in this disheveled state, the white wolf's chin remained stubbornly held high, still defiant and never bowing its head. Only its one remaining emerald green eye held a hint of surprise and astonishment.

Guo Mi stared blankly at it, or rather, at the piece of meat, covered in white fur and indistinct, that the white wolf was holding tightly in its mouth. Her mind began to go haywire again, and her ears were ringing.

She didn't know if it was the blood from the wound on her ear that flowed down her fur and into her eyes, but it made the whole world she saw sink into a blood color. Even the white wolf was stained blood red and began to sway and double.

The white wolf stared in astonishment at the bear before her. She could have easily snapped its spine with a single swipe of her paw, killing it instantly, but at the very last moment…

Is this an attempt to spare its life? But why? On what grounds?!

Do wild animals also have a sense of compassion?
White Wolf was in a state of shock and disbelief, unsure whether to feel ashamed or grateful for his survival.

It looked at Guo Mi suspiciously, guessing that the bear was just indulging in a wicked whim and didn't want to exterminate them so quickly.

Guo Mi took two steps toward the white wolf and, as expected, saw it bare its fangs. Despite having a crippled leg, its imposing presence remained undiminished, its eyes filled with anger and vigilance, showing not a trace of gratitude.

This is normal; after all, it wasn't because she couldn't bear to kill her that she didn't go through with it.

Now that the white wolf has lost an eye and a leg, it's uncertain whether it can survive even if she does nothing.

"That's enough, more than enough."

Guo Mi thought to herself.

So she stopped walking towards the white wolf, turned her head, and took two steps back.

But the white wolf was unwilling to accept this. Even in death, it should have died with its pride in the north, instead of being left to languish and humiliated, forced to accept charity.

Watching the bear's retreating figure, the white wolf felt deeply mocked. Baring its sharp, gleaming teeth, it dragged its crippled leg and assumed an attack stance once more.

The remaining wolves hesitated, watching anxiously from the sidelines. Finally, they followed behind in twos and threes, also adopting a pouncing stance, but their momentum was much weaker, more like a listless, numb pursuit of the alpha wolf.

Guo Mi turned around and saw that the pack of wolves were relentless. Suddenly, she faintly heard the cries of a bear cub for help, and extreme impatience welled up in her heart.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, her expression suddenly sharpened, her pupils were stained with a thick layer of blood, and her mouth was slightly open, exhaling a hot, foul breath that turned into a pale white mist that instantly dissolved into the surrounding fog.

When the white wolf met her eyes, he felt as if he had been replaced by a bear, and he suddenly felt a chill. His long tail, which was hanging down behind him, became somewhat stiff.

The wolf pack's energy was already exhausted. The remaining wolves, no longer wanting to face a bear with murderous intent in its eyes, were already considering retreating. Whimpers rang out continuously. A few wolves scratched at the grass with their front paws, flicked their tails that were drooping behind them, and looked longingly at the alpha wolf.

The pack's silent urging was gradually shaking the white wolf's resolve. It knew clearly that the pack was already dissatisfied with it, but it still withstood the pressure and refused to retreat.

As the stalemate continued, Guo Mi's last bit of patience vanished like the breath she exhaled.

However, just as the second conflict was about to erupt, another enormous black shadow appeared in the hazy mist, and the next second it burst through the fog—

A strong male polar bear! The bear's gaze swept over the bear and wolf facing off before finally settling on Guo Mi's ear, which was missing a corner, and then stopped.

Suddenly, one or two wolf howls rang out in the distance, coming from the direction where the two lone bear cubs were.

If it were just those two female bears, the white wolf could still try to trap them in order to seek revenge. Even if it failed this time, it could still come back for a comeback.

The appearance of another adult bear has now completely eliminated any possibility of its last chance of revenge.

Three adult bears, plus three half-grown cubs, are a force that even if the entire wolf pack were to perish, they would be powerless to resist. In the face of absolute oppression, all clever tricks will have nowhere to hide.

Size, strength, and intelligence is a long racial competition in which all individuals are insignificant, only different in their own way.

It's all in vain. Those hatreds can only be turned into one's own blood, swallowed down, and never to be spat out again.

From that night onward, one bear after another appeared like a dwarf stone, gradually wearing down the white wolf's sharpness. The blazing fire in his green eyes was extinguished inch by inch, turning into a pool of dead ashes, dull and lifeless.

The sudden appearance of the male bear also jolted Guo Mi awake; she blinked hard and quickly recognized him:

"Caesar?"

Guo Mi muttered to herself, never expecting to run into him in the end.

Thinking about her state just now, her eyes darkened, and she suddenly smiled bitterly to herself.

If Caesar hadn't come out earlier, she might have already lost all reason and charged into the wolf pack, wreaking havoc.

...Oh, right, little bear!

Guo Mi snapped out of her daze, remembered her most important task, and quickly turned and ran in the direction where the little bear was calling for help.

Caesar's gaze, which had just been filled with murderous intent as he looked at the wolf pack, suddenly saw Guo Mi running towards him, her two ears bobbing up and down, making the gap on her head even more obvious.

But what caught his attention even more were those round, almond-shaped eyes, which lacked their previous dazzling brilliance and seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog.

As she drew closer, Caesar focused all his attention on her. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him. He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the round, giant ball of fur brushed past him and ran away without looking back.

Just like when they first met.

Caesar turned his head and watched as Guo Mi's rounded figure disappeared into the thick fog, without even sparing him a glance. He was silent at first, and then a surge of anger rose within him.

The angry bear had nowhere to vent its fury, so it took a few deep breaths and then decided to take it out on the pack of annoying wolves.

To everyone's surprise, when I turned around, the wolves that had been standing not far away had already disappeared without a trace. Even the white wolf was urged on by its companions' whimpers and limped away.

Caesar stared fiercely at the white expanse before him.

Those wolves were all wounded, and their scent was very strong; if you wanted to find them, you could definitely catch up.

The enraged male bear took two steps forward following the direction of the scent, but then stopped, remembering the notch in Guo Mi's ear.

A second or two later, she turned and walked in the direction Guo Mi had left.

On the other side, two bears were staring at each other.