This blizzard, which threatened to plunge the entire world into eternal ice, finally revealed its exhaustion at an unexpected moment.

The initial changes were subtle.

The wind, which had been howling like a thousand wild beasts for countless days and nights, suddenly lowered its pitch. It was no longer the piercing shriek that made one's heart tremble, but rather the heavy panting of a weary giant.

Immediately afterwards, the thick, impenetrable snow curtain thinned out a bit, no longer the milky white chaos where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

Occasionally, a sliver of pale, weak light can be glimpsed through gaps in the clouds, though it is fleeting.

Lin Feng was the first to notice this change.

His perception far surpassed that of ordinary people, allowing him to detect subtle vibrations in the air that foreshadowed change.

He got up from the big bed, and the little cat Phantom in his arms also sensed something different. Its emerald green eyes lost some of their laziness and gained a bit more alertness.

He walked to the window and looked out.

The wind was still blowing, and the snow was still falling, but its intensity and density were noticeably weaker than before.

The snow piled up outside the wall has formed majestic snow-capped mountains, some of which are even level with the top of the wall, transforming the entire wooden cabin area into a huge snow valley.

"Is it finally going to stop?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

This secluded "vacation," while comfortable and luxurious, was indeed excessively long.

His innate desire for adventure and conquest had long been stirring.

In the following days, the blizzard entered its final struggle.

It will intermittently unleash astonishing power, unwilling to simply withdraw from the scene.

Each time, it tries to drag the world back into the control of ice and snow.

However, each outbreak was shorter and less powerful than the last.

Finally, the behemoth that had ravaged the world completely exhausted its power.

The wind stopped.

When the deafening roar that had lasted for countless days and nights suddenly ceased, the whole world fell into an almost eerie silence.

The snow has stopped.

The leaden-gray clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, revealing the long-awaited sunshine.

Sunlight shone on the boundless snowfield, reflecting countless dazzling rays of light, transforming the entire world into a crystal-clear glass kingdom, breathtakingly beautiful, yet also carrying an extreme, cruel chill.

Dead silence. Utter dead silence.

The whole world seemed to have died in this catastrophe, leaving only this endless, white graveyard covered in ice and snow.

Lin Feng stood at the lookout point and took a deep breath of the cold, fresh air.

His gaze swept over the walls and moats partially buried in snow, then fell on Wangcai, who was excitedly rolling around in the snow in the yard, and several other equally spirited horned wolves. A cold smile crept onto his lips.

"It's time to start the banquet."

About a mile and a half from Lin Feng's wooden house, at the entrance of a cave that was almost completely buried by heavy snow, a thin, bony hand, covered in mud and blood, struggled to emerge from the snow.

Immediately afterward, a disheveled, ragged figure reeking of a pungent stench emerged from the snow cave like a zombie crawling out of a grave. It was Yang Li.

Her cheeks were sunken, her cheekbones were high, her lips were chapped, and her once bright eyes were now bloodshot, gleaming with a chilling, almost insane, venomous light.

Her hair was like a tangled mess of weeds, with some unknown dirt and congealed blood clots stuck to it.

The designer coat she was wearing was no longer recognizable; it was tattered and barely covered her body.

She greedily inhaled the fresh air after the snow, squinted her eyes, and looked at the dazzling sunlight with some discomfort.

Behind her, four equally emaciated figures with numb eyes but a strange excitement emerged one after another from the snow cave.

This is Yang Li and her "partners".

At this moment, the five women stood on this silent snowfield, like five evil spirits who had escaped from the depths of hell.

Their bodies were extremely weak from prolonged hunger and cold, but their eyes burned with a vengeful flame capable of destroying everything.

“The snow…the snow has stopped…” a woman said in a hoarse voice, her gaze fixed on the direction of Lin Feng’s wooden house, her eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Yes, the snow has stopped."

Yang Li's voice was equally hoarse, yet it carried a chilling excitement: "Our chance... has come!"

During the raging blizzard, they miraculously survived thanks to Yang Li's almost animalistic intuition and her sensitivity to rotting flesh and the smell of death.

They ate the remains of prey abandoned by wild beasts and gnawed on the roots and stems of frozen plants that reeked of foul odors.

All these experiences have completely extinguished the last vestiges of their humanity, leaving only the most primal survival instincts and a deep-seated resentment towards Lin Feng.

They blamed all their misfortune and suffering on Lin Feng's cold-heartedness and refusal to help them in their time of need.

They firmly believed that if it weren't for Lin Feng, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation, and their companions wouldn't have died so tragically.

This intense hatred became their only spiritual support in their despair.

"That man...does he think he can rest easy by hiding in that turtle shell?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Yang Li's face. She pulled out an exceptionally sharp bone spur from her waist, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust. "Today, we'll show him what true despair is!"

"Kill him!"

"Let him die!"

"We're going to tear him to pieces!"

The other four women also pulled out their makeshift "weapons" from their bodies—sharpened stones, ribs with bone spurs, or sticks with blackened and sharpened ends.

Their eyes were filled with a frenzied and bloodthirsty desire, as if they could already see Lin Feng wailing and begging for mercy at their feet.

"There are many of us, and he's all alone!"

Yang Li urged, though she knew that the man's power was far beyond their imagination, but at this moment, the flames of revenge had consumed all her reason: "Besides, he certainly doesn't expect that we're still alive! Let's go over there now, catch him off guard, and kill him! All his supplies, his warm wooden house, will be ours!"

Incited by Yang Li, the four women, whose minds were already clouded by hunger and hatred, moved towards Lin Feng's wooden house like four wild dogs that had smelled blood.

Their steps were unsteady, their bodies swaying, but the madness and resentment in their eyes sustained them as they continued to move forward.

Lin Feng was unaware of Yang Li and the others' schemes, or rather, even if he knew, he didn't care at all.

After the snow stopped, the first thing he did was to clear the snow inside and outside the wall, creating a passable path, and to check the damage to the moat and the wall.

Although the blizzard was incredibly powerful, the fortifications he had built were sturdy enough that, apart from some of the spikes being covered or bent by the snow, the main structure was not greatly damaged.

Having done all this, he decided to go on his first hunt after the snow.

A prolonged blizzard inevitably leads to the death of many animals, but it also means that those who survive are all strong and hungry.

This is both a danger and an opportunity.

He needed fresh meat to replenish his reserves, and he also needed to test his and his wolf pack's fighting strength after a long "vacation" through hunting.

He changed into a light yet sturdy hunting outfit made of tanned animal hide, carried a composite bow made of steel on his back, had a sharp hunting knife at his waist, and held a long spear in his hand.

"Wangcai! Kids! Time to get to work!"

Lin Feng whistled.

Wangcai, who could no longer contain himself, let out an excited growl and led ten equally spirited adult horned wolves to quickly gather around Lin Feng.

Although these horned wolves were kept in captivity during the blizzard, Lin Feng did not slack off on feeding and physical care for them. Their muscles were full of explosive power, and their eyes were exceptionally sharp.

Lin Feng opened the gate of the wall, and he, his dog, and ten wolves, like arrows released from a bow, rushed into this beautiful yet dangerous snowfield covered in ice and snow.

The snowfield was unusually quiet; apart from the sound of their footsteps, almost no other sounds could be heard.

Small animals such as snow hares and snow foxes, which were relatively common before the blizzard, have now disappeared without a trace. They have either frozen to death or are hiding in their deeper burrows, too afraid to come out.

Lin Feng was not in a hurry. He patiently led the wolf pack toward a valley he remembered where large herbivores often roamed.

His senses had long since been elevated to an astonishing level; no subtle smell or sound could escape his notice.

After walking for about half an hour, Wangcai suddenly stopped, sniffed the air hard, made a low warning sound in its throat, and its fur stood on end slightly.

Lin Feng instantly became alert. He could smell that in addition to the scent of snow, the air was also filled with a strong, oppressive stench of wild beasts, and... a faint smell of blood.

"There's a big one."

Lin Feng spoke softly to Wangcai, while taking off the composite bow from his back and nocking a specially made iron arrow.

The wolf pack quickly dispersed, forming a crescent-shaped encirclement, warily watching an area ahead partially obscured by a huge snowdrift.

Just then, a deafening tiger roar, filled with primal savagery, exploded like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"Awooo! Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, a huge creature suddenly sprang out from behind the snowdrift!

This is a colossal beast whose size far exceeds that of any known tiger species on Earth!

It stands at least 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder and is nearly 4 meters long. Its thick, earthy-yellow fur is adorned with irregular dark brown stripes, blending perfectly into the slightly muddy environment after the snow has just melted.

Most striking are its two enormous canine teeth, each half a meter long and resembling curved daggers, protruding from its upper jaw!

Saber-toothed tiger!

Moreover, it was an exceptionally robust adult male saber-toothed tiger!

This saber-toothed tiger had clearly just emerged from hibernation; its eyes were filled with a hungry, ferocious glint.

It was stained with fresh blood, and bits of flesh clung to its mouth, indicating it had just been hunting. Lin Feng and his pack had clearly become its new target.

"Well done!" Lin Feng was not surprised but delighted, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

He was looking for a suitable opponent to test his strength, and this saber-toothed tiger was undoubtedly the best choice.

The saber-toothed tiger didn't give Lin Feng and the wolf pack much time to prepare.

It let out a deep growl, its limbs tensed, and it pounced like an arrow towards the nearest horned wolf!

"Spread out! Flank and harass!" Lin Feng calmly gave the order, while simultaneously drawing his bow to its full draw and aiming at the saber-toothed tiger's massive head.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow, with a sharp whooshing sound, shot straight at the saber-toothed tiger's face!

The saber-toothed tiger reacted incredibly quickly; during its high-speed pounce, it suddenly tilted its head, narrowly avoiding the fatal arrow.

The arrow grazed its ear and embedded itself deeply in the snow behind it.

However, this brief pause gave the attacked wolf a chance to catch its breath. It nimbly rolled to the side, dodging the saber-toothed tiger's enormous claws, powerful enough to split rocks.