Once it has devoured enough mist beasts, the beast species will explode from the overwhelming number of mist beasts. Of course, it might also transform into an ice beast like last night!
Shanfeng finally understood. It turned out that the monster from last night was called an Ice Beast, and its birth was a matter of probability.
"What were you doing lying around the beasts?" Shan Feng hadn't forgotten the strange behavior of these people last night.
Sanbing Xinyouji said, "After igniting the beast species, we need to perform a sacrifice to pray that the ice and snow will be spared and that no ice beasts will be born."
"Sacrifice and prayer? You can't handle that ice beast? Then why do you insist on igniting the beast?" This point puzzled Shanfeng.
It seems that Sanbing and his group are terrified of the ice beasts, and may even be unable to handle the crisis they pose. If that's the case, why did they condense the mist beasts to form the ice beasts?
The Mist Beasts are actually quite weak. Although they seem numerous, most of them are only at the level of level 1-5 mutated beasts.
Sanbing sighed, “You don’t know this, although each of these mist beasts is weak and we can eliminate them, these mist beasts are almost endless! The mist will not dissipate until sunrise, and the mist beasts will not disappear until the mist dissipates.”
You saw the fog last night, and it wasn't just ordinary fog; it was fog beasts! As the night deepens, more and more fog beasts will materialize, and even if there are ten times as many of us, we still can't stop them!
Although the ice beast is incredibly powerful and impossible to resist, if it is fed and satiated, it will not go berserk. As long as everyone else hides well and is not seen by the ice beast, it will soon enter the water and, once inside the torrent, will not emerge again.
Upon hearing this, Shanfeng imagined the scene of the ice beast absorbing all the mist after it took shape, and immediately understood that the ice beast was the best way to completely clear the mist. Between the ice beast and the mist beast, a choice had to be made.
As for Sanbing and his group, although they couldn't fight against an incredibly powerful ice beast, they could scatter and flee. Although some of them would be sacrificed, others would still have a chance of survival if they hid until dawn. However, if they faced an endless horde of fog beasts, coupled with the wide range of fog, it would be a certain death.
"I see." Shanfeng nodded, finally understanding. No wonder only ten people came out last night, and they were all older or looked unwell. It turned out that those people were prepared to sacrifice themselves.
"How long will the flood season last? Will there be mist beasts every night?" Tiger Dad would be very happy if there were every night. Mountain Wind was about to laugh, but when he saw Sanbing, his smile vanished instantly. According to Sanbing, wouldn't their Ice and Snow Clan suffer heavy losses every flood season? No wonder their clan is so small...
Although we are not from the same world, we are still human beings, and the mountain breeze naturally evokes empathy.
Unaware of Shan Feng's change of heart, San Bing answered seriously, "The flood season usually lasts for 6 days, at most 8 days. After the fog tide on the first night, a fog tide will occur every three days."
After saying this, Sanbing couldn't help but sigh again. Three times! If an ice beast were to be born each time, ten people would have to be sacrificed each time...
Shanfeng nodded, silently calculating that there would be fog and dampness on the first, fourth, and seventh days of the flood season, and at least twice during a single flood season? No wonder there were only three beast seeds in Sanbing's box.
Thinking of this, Shanfeng was puzzled. "Since the ice beasts are so dangerous, why did you split up?"
According to Sanbing, their tribesmen were divided into four teams. Wouldn't that mean even more tribesmen would have to be sacrificed? That's illogical. Sanbing and his group are clearly not lacking in intelligence.
Sanbing was also quite distressed by this, "It's not that we want to do it this way, but we have no choice... The size of this fog tide is related to the number of living beings. Once the number of living beings on an iceberg exceeds 60, the size of the fog tide will increase several times. At that time, one beast species will not be enough, and more and stronger ice beasts will be born..."
Shanfeng was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Such a thing? The fog tide is related to the number of living beings? Or is it several times larger?
Suddenly, Shanfeng's eyes lit up. He had thought that once every three days was too little, but now it seemed like there was some potential.
The tiger dad, who had been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
However, the mountain wind was only pleasantly surprised for two seconds, because it realized the key point: there were less than 50 creatures on this iceberg!
With floodwaters all around, where could they find any living creatures?
This is also the main reason why Sanbing and the others didn't do anything to Huba and Amo before. They were thinking about whether they could shift the blame to Amo. Sacrificing some strangers would be no burden, and no one wanted to sacrifice their own people.
As for Tiger Dad, they didn't initially have any plans for it, at most they only had their eyes on Mountain Wind, because Ice Beasts have no appetite for creatures other than humans, so Sanbing and the others were unsure about what to do with an unfamiliar creature like a tiger.
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