On the first day of exile from the frozen ground, he felt his weakness deeply.

When Fei Lian left him, he asked himself, "If there is no wind that overturns the world, what else do you have?" ”

Nothing.

Indeed, Canglan City revered him as the king, and that was because he was born with a power that was enough to make all things fearful.

His body and mind had become accustomed to that feeling of incomparability.

But he never thought that Fei Lian would leave like this, and he never thought about what he would be like if he lost Fei Lian.

When he had to start thinking about the question, he could only come up with one answer.

- Ordinary people.

is an ordinary person who can be seen everywhere, because he was born with divine power, so he naturally does not practice mortal exercises or martial arts, and he is not even a martial artist now.

He began to be afraid, he began to be impatient, he began to be anxious, he was now weak, and when the weak encountered a crisis, the only way was to escape.

He traveled to many places, and during this journey, he found that he was even so weak that the ants in his eyes were taller than himself.

The journey was humiliating and even more unforgiving, but he endured it.

After wandering, he came to Snowy City, a town of warriors, where it was said that most of the powerful in the North were gathered, and he needed a place to hone himself.

He thought that the humiliation he had endured on this journey was a test given to him by heaven, and he did not know what deep despair was until the day he was banished to the frozen ground.

On the first day, he almost died, with no food or water, so he had to swallow the snow, which relieved his temporary hunger and thirst, but his body became colder.

The next day's life was given to him by the herbivores, and if he hadn't finally managed to move his body to the nests of those herbivores with the last of his consciousness, he might have frozen to death in the cold night.

The herbivores of the permafrost are sedentary, and they will return to their former nests at night, so he lies in the nests of herbivores, and when they return to rest, they hide next to the herbivores, the herbivores' hair is very warm, and the herbivores will huddle together to rest in order to keep warm, hiding next to the herbivores is the only way he can think of to survive the cold nights.

The next day, he slaughtered a lone herbivore, and drank the blood of raw meat to fill his stomach at least.

On the sixth day, a huge monster attacked the herbivore's lair, and its bloody mouth was large enough to swallow the herbivore one by one.

The entire herbivorous group was confused by the predator, but fortunately he was much smaller than a herbivore as a human, and the giant monster did not notice him.

After a hearty meal, the monster departed in style, leaving a mess behind.

The remaining herbivores left en masse, and he followed.

After some distance, the herbivores settled in a new low-lying area.

He set up fire on a hillside not far from the herbivore's new nest, and the herbivores he had previously slaughtered had been handled and carried on his back, enough for him to spend a few days.

It was already deep in the permafrost, and no human had ever lived alone in the permafrost for so long, and he had investigated the surrounding situation, and there were many inexplicable things growing in the permafrost, such as a silvery metallic solid, and when he brought this solid to the camp, the solid showed some signs of melting, and the melted liquid was very beautiful.

As an experiment, he took some for the herbivores to eat, but the herbivores died soon in agony.

This silver liquid is poisonous!

While surprised, he was also a little excited, and in the frozen ground, this would be an excellent weapon.

He used a twig as a template, melted the silvery solid in a warmer environment, poured it into the formwork, set it in the cold wind, cut it into small pieces, and sharpened the head.

This silvery solid only needs a little body temperature to melt, and when it pierces into the body of a creature, it melts and poisons its prey, which is a poison spear.

Herbivores have been hurt a lot by the predation of giant beasts, and in order to ease the ecological situation of herbivores, he can no longer look at herbivores recently, he must hunt other creatures.

Marking the trees he passed by, he set out for his first hunt.

For the sake of safety and control, he hid his body in the bushes, but the ecology of the permafrost was far more terrifying than he imagined, and he had encountered many other creatures, but they were all beasts born to fight, and he did not feel that he could hunt these monsters alone now.

The tundra is not like an ecosphere, but more like a dueling arena, where all living things hunt other creatures for survival, eat their bodies, and enjoy their temperatures.

The only beast he had found so far that could be hunted was a white wolf, which was supposed to be a social animal, and this one seemed to be alone.

Click.

He accidentally stepped on a small branch.

The white wolf's sense of hearing is very sensitive, and just the slightest sound makes it vigilant.

Soon it senses another life hidden in the bushes.

"Woo...... The white wolf's throat let out a low growl, which was a signal that it was ready to enter the battle.

It seems that he has been discovered.

He got up and walked slowly out of the bushes, his silver spear standing in front of him.

"It's simple, you eat me or I eat you." This is the first time he has engaged in this kind of primitive life-and-death struggle.

"Woohoo!!" The white wolf roared angrily and pounced.

"Drink!" He stabbed his spear out and aimed it at the white wolf's eyebrows.

The white wolf reacted quickly, twisting its body in the air and dodging the spear at a tricky angle.

The white wolf is very fast, it doesn't need to adjust its body like humans, and the moment it disengages from the ground, the second attack begins again.

The white wolf chose to use its claws this time, and the humans in front of him seemed to have no way to resist, just retreating vigorously and dodging vigorously.

This human constantly throws the snow on the ground as a "weapon" at the white wolf, as if it were the poor little animal's powerless struggle before being hunted.

The white wolf is a vicious animal, and it is interested in hunting games with its prey.

The human ran and fled, and the white wolf followed him unhurriedly, keeping a fixed distance, neither close nor far.

The man ran and ran and finally stopped, and he stood there motionless.

Is it to give up? That's the end of the game.

The white wolf opens its mouth and shows its claws, and it's time for dinner when the game is over!

Wow!

The snow collapsed, and the white wolf stepped into the air on all fours and fell into the pit.

"Whew...... Woo...... Woo......"

It couldn't go up, the pit was several meters deep, it was smooth hard ice on all sides, there was no point of focus at all, it was a trap that the human had prepared in advance.

Above the pit, man once again looked down on life, and now he is no longer a king, he is just a survivor.