Closer! Closer!

The ice penguins that Han Feng regarded as the target had just begun to know their situation, and gradually walked into the range of the attack with staggering steps.

Just as the Ice Plains Penguin walked to a place only three steps away from Han Feng, the chubby guy didn't know whether he sensed the danger or felt that his companion was too far away, so he actually planned to turn around and walk back.

To do it or not to do it? There is a certain amount of risk in doing it, and if you don't do it, it's hard to say when you will be able to continue to encounter such a good opportunity.

Han Feng didn't hesitate for too long! Originally, carrying a deep hatred in the sea of blood and having to flee from Jianghai City in a gloomy manner had already made him hold his stomach. Now he needs to vent, through fighting or killing. Otherwise, the burden that was too heavy for Han Feng, a young man, could easily distort his mind. Besides, if he doesn't even dare to take this risk, then what qualifications does he have to talk about revenge?

"Even if it's a lion fighting a rabbit, you still need to do your best!" This has always been Han Feng's principle of doing things! Even if the opponent is an ice penguin, a magical beast that seems to be completely harmless to humans and animals, he will not relax in the slightest!

The magic power belonging to the intermediate magician burst out from Han Feng's body in an instant, and a cold white light flashed on the ice spear in his right hand. Infused with ice magic, the right foot kicks down hard, using the power of recoil to rush towards the prey, and then pierces the target with the ice spear. This trick has been used countless times by Han Feng when he was in the Tading Jungle, and it can almost be said to be perfect.

However, he forgot that this was not a Tading forest, and there was no solid ground under his feet, but soft snow. Even if you walk on it, you will get stuck in it, not to mention the explosion of magic. At the moment when Han Feng burst out with his magic power, the snow under his feet was blasted out of a large crater, and he couldn't withstand the force at all.

Most of the impact of the magic explosion was unloaded by the scattered snow. Han Feng only felt that his feet were empty, and he fell on a big horse on the snow.

Finished!

With such a big movement, how could it not alarm the ice penguins. These seemingly honest guys are actually unusually alert to the wind and grass around them. In any case, on this ice field of death, they are all creatures at the bottom of the food chain. Except for the sheer volume, it can almost be said to be useless. In the face of hunting, their usual choice is to flee.

However, Han Feng didn't know this! He had only seen information about the Ice Plains penguins in books, and he could only rely on his own experience to make judgments. When he was hunting in the Tading Jungle, not to mention the third-order demonic beasts, even the weakest first-order demonic beasts would fight to the death. What's more, there are now penguins in the ice fields all over the mountains.

However, it was these third-order demonic beasts that had an overwhelming advantage in numbers that they didn't have the slightest intention of fighting back, so they just escaped. Han Feng, who originally thought that he was going to face the siege of tens of thousands of ice penguins, lay on the ground in amazement and watched the ice penguins flee in a colony.

Don't look at these ice penguins usually walk slowly, but they are not slow to escape for their lives. The two little short legs walked fast, and the big soles of the feet slapped on the snow, and the one that jumped was called a fast. There are also some clever ice penguins that simply lie on top of the snow and use their magic to cover the snow with a thin layer of ice. With the soles of their feet behind them and their wings that they couldn't fly, they flapped at their sides, gliding along the ice path made of magic, even faster than their companions with their short legs.

Although he couldn't figure out why the ice penguins were fleeing, for now, how to get the prey was the main point. He pushed his right hand down and leaped from the ground. Just as he had done countless times when he had hunted in the jungle of Tading, he threw the ice spear out with his hand.

This action, when he hunted Warcraft before, he had practiced it countless times. Even in the unfamiliar environment of the Death Ice Field, the accuracy is still very good. The ice spear that was thrown with all its strength pierced through it and nailed it deep into the ground before the target could react.

The ice penguins that have been pierced by the ice spear are constantly struggling in the snow, trying to escape the danger. However, all this was doomed to be in vain. The ice spear had pierced its vital point, and death was only a matter of time. What's more, how could Han Feng, a hunter, let his prey escape?

Seeing that the ice penguins were still struggling, Han Feng waved his hand, and dense sharp ice spikes suddenly appeared around his body, flying forward.

"Quack!"

Cornered, the icefield penguin did not sit still, and used all the magic it had to build a sturdy and thick shield of ice around it. As an ice shield built by a third-order demonic beast with all its magical power, no amount of ice spikes could easily break it. However, just as the Ice Shield blocked all the attacks, Han Feng had already taken the opportunity to bully forward.

Between the five fingers, the power of the ice surged endlessly, instantly condensing into a solid and huge ice spike war hammer, which smashed the struggling ice penguins into skulls. The icefield penguin, which had lost its head, could no longer struggle, leaving only its headless body, still twitching one after another.

Half-kneeling on the snow, Han Feng's hand shook, and the Ice Hammer disintegrated instantly. Flying ice chips flew in the air, regrouped, and became chains of ice, binding the headless ice penguin firmly. This is not for capture, but for the convenience of him to drag his prey away. In any case, this is not a place to stay for long, and no one knows what kind of danger will arise in the next moment.

Pulling the ice chain hard, Han Feng dragged his first prey on the Death Ice Field back to the cave where he lived. The year-round cold temperatures here make him worry about food spoilage. As long as it is placed in the hole, it can still be eaten even after tens of millions of years.

As a result, Han Feng finally put his mind at ease during this hunt! The source of food was not a problem, it was enough to maintain his life on the ice field. Then the next thing to consider is the matter of cultivation. He had also tried to cultivate in the past few days, and the concentration of ice elements here was indeed far higher than that in other places. The terrifying concentration of the elements seems to be able to absorb the elements into the body without meditation, as long as you breathe normally.

"Suck ······"

Taking a deep breath, the rich elements entered his body with the cold air, and Han Feng shivered comfortably. The magic in his body became agitated and he became faster. "This feeling is really fascinating!" Looking at his hands, the thought of revenge, like a flame, had burned all his thoughts. What foundation, what is in order, has been thrown to the edge of the sky by him. Now, in his heart, there is only one thought: become stronger, become stronger, become stronger, and take revenge, kill all his enemies! All other scruples have been left behind by him.

Meditating here for just one hour is equivalent to a full day of penance elsewhere. However, there is a limit to what the human body can hold, and once this limit is exceeded, it can harm the body. In the short term, there may not be any problems. However, it will affect the future and the heights that can be achieved in the future.

Even Han Feng, whose eyes were burned with revenge, didn't dare to mess around in this matter! After all, the old patriarch of the He family was a junior demon master of the seventh order. If he messed up, if he couldn't ascend to the seventh order, then how could he take revenge? Therefore, he would rather have a slower cultivation speed than dare to mess around in this matter.

Of course, Han Feng didn't plan to be idle! In order to make full use of the special advantages on the Death Ice Field, he came up with a way that could be said to be opportunistic. Every time he absorbed the elements to the limit that his body could hold, he continued to use magic and consume mana. Wait until the mana is consumed to a certain level, and continue to absorb the elements to refine the mana. Repeat the cycle, not only to accumulate magic power to the maximum, but also to practice magic proficiency. Originally, it was necessary to consume the mana and then refine the mana, and this method could achieve the best effect. However, considering the special nature of the Death Ice Field, Han Feng still didn't dare to completely consume his magic power, at least he still had to leave a little magic power to deal with emergencies.

It is conceivable that if Han Feng can persist in this cultivation mode, not only will his strength improve by leaps and bounds, but his actual combat effectiveness will also get a great leap.