Eternal Beast Taming Family

As they continued forward, the passageway within the icy valley widened.

Different strange rocks stand horizontally on the ice surface that is several feet thick. Only when you get closer do you realize that they are not strange rocks, but ice sculptures.

The ice sculptures contain different kinds of source beasts, and some even contain humans dressed in ancient clothing.

This icy plain is like a history record, documenting the contract masters who came here to hunt in bygone eras.

The further you go, the more exotic and ferocious the source beasts in these ice sculptures become, unlike source beasts of low realm.

With this speculation, the contract masters walking on the ice became even more alarmed. These powerful contract masters had all died here. Could they, the lower-level ones, really get out of here?

They watched the ink painting scroll drifting down from the sky, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. They had no idea whether the ink painting scroll would protect them when real danger struck.

Perhaps they are now a herd of cattle and sheep being driven to the slaughterhouse.

Snowflakes gradually began to fall from the sky, and the temperature had dropped to a level that some mortal-level contract masters could not bear.

Chu Jingyu looked at the two elderly men beside him and sighed helplessly. Older contract masters have weaker constitutions and are not as physically robust as younger contract masters of the same level.

In such cold conditions, it's really hard to know how much further they can go.

Chu Jingyu slowly shook his head. In truth, he didn't know how far he could go. It seemed that the Huo family patriarch had never intended for them to live.

But with so many heads of large and small families dying outside the boundary, can the Huo family really afford to bear it? Chu Jingyu couldn't quite understand.

Or perhaps the Huo family is also gambling?

Before Chu Jingyu could be lost in thought for long, a tremor came from the ground of the icy plain, and tall figures emerged from the snowstorm ahead.

The bear is a source beast that resembles a bear. Irregular ice crystals grow on the back of its ears, shoulders, back, and elbows, and its eyes are a deep blue color.

Each one is about three or four meters tall, and the largest ones can reach about ten meters.

Depending on their size, their cultivation levels range from the Otherworldly Rank to the Spirit Rank.

"Snowfield Bear!" someone exclaimed, naming the beast that had burst forth.

Chu Jingyu's expression was also very ugly. The "Snowfield Wild Bears" are not known for their magic, but for their savage bodies. They are born with strong defense and can withstand a lot of energy magic attacks.

Moreover, they are incredibly strong. A single blow from them would be enough to break apart even a stone monster, let alone a contract master.

Unfortunately, a Spirit-Rank "Snowfield Bear" about ten meters tall leaped high into the air and crashed down on the spot where Chu Jingyu and his companions were.

"Get out of the way."

Chu Jingyu shouted loudly, then turned and dodged to the side with the "Golden Armor Jade-Eyed Beast" without looking back.

Fortunately, the "Snowfield Bear" was not known for its speed, so all three managed to dodge at a considerable distance. However, the "Snowfield Bear" crashed to the ground, generating a powerful shockwave.

The impact sent Xu Yinghui and his two elders, along with their source beasts, flying backward several meters before crashing to the ground.

Chu Jingyu fared slightly better, but he still knelt on one knee, his hands gleaming with the light of golden armor, and blocked the incoming shockwave.

But this was clearly not the end, but the beginning of the real hunt. The "Snowfield Bear" looked around and then charged towards Chu Jingyu on all fours.

Chu Jingyu inwardly groaned as a large swath of golden sand rose up in front of him, carrying snowflakes and hurtling towards the "Snowfield Bear's" face.

Chu Jingyu then moved closer to another, lower-ranking "Snowfield Bear." In the current chaos of the battlefield, he needed to learn to use the enemy's strength against them.

As the golden sands approached, the Spirit-Rank "Snowfield Bear" had to slow down and extend its paw to block them.

These tiny grains of gold, when they hit its palm, caused it a slight stinging sensation, as if a few grains had even embedded themselves into the flesh of its palm.

It roared angrily, its eyes following the culprit, and charged after it again.

At this moment, Chu Jingyu came up behind another "Snowfield Wild Bear" of a different rank, and then raised the machete in his hand and slashed it on the back.

There was no feeling of the cleaver cutting into flesh. Chu Jingyu felt as if he had struck an iron mountain, the shock making his arm numb. The cleaver only shaved off a few white hairs from the "Snowfield Bear".

The protagonist, who had just smashed a human contractor's source beast into a pulp with a single palm strike, felt the movement behind him and turned around fiercely to look at him.

Chu Jingyu gave him a friendly smile, and then his figure quickly rose into the air.

The "Snowfield Bear" of a different rank was a little confused. It was about to turn around and jump up to hook Chu Jingyu down.

But suddenly a hand as big as its face slapped it down, and with a hiss, a large bloodstain appeared on its face.

Its body was also knocked to the ground by this enormous force. Lying on the ground, it ignored the injuries on its face and turned its head fiercely to look.

Upon seeing that it was a much larger "Snowfield Bear," the roar that was about to come out was swallowed back, and he covered his face and whimpered softly.

However, the tall, spirit-ranked "Snowfield Bear" didn't care whether it had accidentally injured anyone or not. Being teased by Chu Jingyu, it looked up at Chu Jingyu, who was being held by the shoulder by a mountain eagle and flown into the air.

Its azure eyes seemed to blaze with fire. Suddenly, it bent down, picked up an ice sculpture two or three meters wide, and flung it into the air.

The ice sculpture moved very fast, and the sound of it cutting through the air was rapid and sharp. After all, the "White-browed Mountain Eagle" was not a very large source beast, and it was already quite difficult for it to grab Chu Jingyu and lift him into the air.

Although it tried its best to flap its wings and carry Chu Jingyu to avoid the successive attacks of the ice sculptures, it was still a little too slow and the ice sculptures grazed Chu Jingyu's side.

Pulled by the immense force, the "White-browed Eagle" in the air instantly lost its balance, and the man and the beast wobbled and fell to the ground.

The spirit-ranked "Icefield Bear" lit up and was about to chase after the direction where Chu Jingyu had fallen when hundreds of contract masters flew down from the scroll in the sky.

It was those Spirit-Rank Contract Masters who had not shown themselves since entering the "Howling Ice Valley" who finally joined the battle in the fifth minute of the fight against the "Icefield Wild Bears".

The Icefield Bear, which was about to chase after Chu Jingyu, was stopped halfway by a Source Beast of the same realm.

The biting wind carried a faint smell of blood. The battle on the ice field lasted for about half an hour. Many of the human contract masters, their source beasts, and the corpses of the "Ice Field Bear" lay forever on the ice field.

With a horn sounding from the depths of the canyon, the remaining surviving "Icefield Bears" retreated into the canyon without hesitation.

Chu Jingyu searched through the crowd for a long time before finally spotting Xu Yinghui kneeling on the ground, and another old man lying lifeless on the ground.

Xu Yinghui looked at the old man, who was holding the "Flying Feather Crane" whose life or death was unknown in his arms. His eyes were empty. He looked at Chu Jingyu who was walking over, opened his mouth, but ultimately did not say anything.

The ink painting in the sky began to churn again, and the corpses on the ground, whether they were source beasts or humans, turned into clumps of thick, colorful ink that could not be dissolved, becoming part of the painting.

Holding the "Flying Crane" in his arms, Xu Ying stared blankly at the ink painting in the sky and mumbled something incoherently.

"I'm almost there."