Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

Li Xiangyang's heart tightened; that roar, besides anger, seemed to carry a hint of pain.

A black bear, which should be hibernating at this time of year, has been awakened and sounds like it is injured.

A sense of unease rose in Li Xiangyang's heart.

If this were the case for Li Daqiang and his group, the bear would still be alive, but the man would probably be long gone.

If it wasn't them, what kind of wild beast could wound a fully grown black bear?

Li Xiangyang had no time to pay attention to the dead wild boar and wolf, and cautiously moved in the direction from which the sound came.

Nightshade and Black Cat sensed danger; their fur stood on end, and they let out low growls.

After passing through a thicket of bushes, an open area came into view.

By the moonlight, Li Xiangyang saw a huge dark figure huddled beside a boulder.

The dark figure was more than a person tall, and even lying on the ground, it appeared extremely imposing.

Its breathing was heavy, and the white vapor it exhaled was particularly clear under the moonlight.

Li Xiangyang hid behind a big tree and observed carefully.

The black bear had a deep wound on its right chest, the bone visible, and the blood had frozen into ice on the snow.

Most alarmingly, the wound was clearly caused by something tearing at it.

How powerful must this thing be to inflict such severe injuries on the black bear?

Suddenly, Nightshade and Black Cat tensed up at the same time, their eyes fixed on the distant hillside.

Li Xiangyang followed their gaze and saw the snow on the hillside swaying slightly, as if some enormous creature was moving beneath it.

Upon noticing the commotion, the injured bear struggled to its feet and stumbled away in the opposite direction.

An existence that could make a black bear flee at the mere sight of it...

A chill ran through Li Xiangyang's heart.

Just then, a fleeting shadow in the distance made Li Xiangyang hold his breath.

It was a lithe figure, over two meters long, with a shoulder height of about 1.2 meters.

This is a Siberian tiger, the true king of these mountains.

Under the moonlight, its colorful fur took on a color between golden yellow and grayish white, and the change in fur color suggested that it was in the transition period from its peak to old age.

Upon closer inspection, the once thick and smooth fur has begun to show signs of roughness, and in some areas, it can even appear somewhat messy.

But that's precisely why it's even more dangerous.

This means that it possesses the full strength of an adult tiger, yet becomes increasingly ferocious due to its impending old age.

Especially during seasons when prey is scarce, it will never let any living creature go unpunished.

Hearing that chilling, deep roar, Li Xiangyang's heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

He held his breath and clung tightly to the tree trunk, motionless.

He had already raised his gun, but he knew very well that firing under these circumstances would not be a fatal shot and would be tantamount to suicide.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in.

The tiger king suddenly raised its head, its nose twitching incessantly.

It seemed to have caught a scent, and all its muscles tensed up.

The next moment, it galloped off in the direction the wounded bear had fled.

Before long, the injured bear was caught up by it.

At this moment, despite being severely injured, Hei Xiazi remained exceptionally fierce when cornered.

Seeing that it could not escape, it suddenly turned around, waving its front paws and letting out a deafening roar.

Two ferocious beasts were wrestling in the snow.

The sound of tiger claws tearing flesh, and the roars that rose and fell, were particularly jarring under the cold night sky.

Li Xiangyang was shocked by what he saw.

Although Black Bear was strong, he was seriously injured and moved slowly.

The Siberian tiger's attacks were fierce and swift, each pounce landing precisely on the bear's wounds.

Its sharp fangs and claws kept tearing open the bear's wounds.

The snow was stained dark red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The bear's strength was rapidly waning, and its counterattacks were becoming increasingly feeble.

In this season, there aren't many prey options in the forests of Northeast China that can provide the tiger king with a satisfying meal.

Moreover, this tiger king is already quite old, and it wouldn't be easy for him to hunt a lively deer or wild boar in the dead of winter.

For the hungry Tiger King, an injured black bear was undoubtedly a delicious meal.

Li Xiangyang carefully observed the state of the two wild beasts and understood the ins and outs of the matter.

This bear should have been hibernating, but this tiger was clearly starving.

It took advantage of the black bear's hibernation to launch a sneak attack, hoping to have a good meal.

At this moment, Hei Xiazi was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and the tiger's movements were far less agile than before.

It had several deep wounds on its body, exposing the bone, clearly inflicted by the black bear's claws.

Each time the tiger pounces, its wounds are aggravated, causing blood to seep out.

Black Bear was struggling to stay afloat with its last breath, its bloodshot eyes flashing with resentment and anger.

Two wounded beasts fought fiercely on the snow with their last breath, a sight that was truly shocking.

But for Li Xiangyang, this was actually an opportunity.

Both beasts were severely injured and their fighting ability was greatly reduced.

If we can wait until they both weaken each other...

A glint of light flashed in Li Xiangyang's eyes.

This is a godsend.

A Siberian tiger and a black bear both suffered heavy losses – such a rare and fortunate event is something you might not encounter even after several lifetimes of hunting.

The tiger king's movements became slower and slower, and each pounce required a great deal of energy.

The black bears' resistance was becoming increasingly futile; they were rapidly losing blood and would soon collapse.

Li Xiangyang held his breath and gripped the hunting rifle tightly.

The battle had entered its final stage; both Black Bear and Tiger King were panting heavily, their movements becoming increasingly sluggish.

He knew that patience was the most important thing now.

Taking rash action could put oneself in danger.

Even though both beasts were severely injured, they were still the overlords of the mountains and still possessed deadly killing power.

Night Shadow and Black Cat seemed to understand his intentions as well, and crouched motionless at Li Xiangyang's feet.

Only their erect ears and constantly twitching noses showed their alertness.

Suddenly, the Tiger King launched its final attack.

It lunged at the bear's neck, its sharp fangs piercing deep into its opponent's throat.

The black bear let out a mournful howl, its front paws flailing wildly in the air, but it could not overcome the weakness caused by excessive blood loss.

Its massive body fell heavily onto the snow, and its blood quickly froze into ice under the moonlight.

The tiger king was also swaying precariously; its lame leg could barely support its body weight.

The wound on its right side was still bleeding profusely, staining its fur red.

It's now!

Li Xiangyang decisively raised his gun and aimed at Tiger King's head.

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot shattered the silence of the mountain forest.

The Tiger King's massive body trembled violently, but it did not fall.

It shook its head, turning towards the direction from which the gunshots came, its eerie green eyes gleaming menacingly in the night.

Li Xiangyang's heart tightened, and he knew something was wrong.

That shot missed!

At this crucial moment, he unusually lost his aim.

Perhaps because it was too dark, or perhaps because he was too excited, the shot only grazed Tiger King's ear.