"Keep pulling back!"
The seven of Xia Chuan pulled the Cold Beast away, allowing Xia Hong to free himself from the wall. However, he didn't turn to flee; instead, he gestured for Xia Chuan and the others to keep pulling. Then, with the second stone axe he had just received, he bent forward, straightened his waist, and executed a fierce, upward diagonal chop.
The head of this Cold Beast had six horns that were incredibly large and hard, making it impossible to cut through.
The layer of white mane covering its body, each strand half a meter long, almost coated its entire frame. During the brief contact moments ago, Xia Hong had already sensed the hardness of those manes.
Undoubtedly, this Cold Beast's defense was even more terrifying than that of Snow Mane.
Attempting to breach its body under normal circumstances was out of the question.
Its lower jaw seemed to be the only weak point Xia Hong could think of.