First Mountain [3]

The approaching snow leopards glared at the duo with apprehension, but their ranks were firm and their steps were without pause. Their strength was uniformly at the mid-levels of 3rd class.

At the front of the pack was a single snow leopard that was cut above the rest. Its fur and eyes blended with the color of the snow beneath their feet so well that it was almost difficult to tell them apart. As for its level, from what Damien could see it was at the peak of 3rd class.

His eyes hardened at this thought. If things were as he guessed them to be, this pack was full of genuine 3rd class beings unlike those trashes on the ground level. And with the amount of mana that was expended when he and Ruyue were escaping the avalanche, it would be laughable to say they'd win in a fight.