First Year of the Great Xia, March 7th
Six kilometers south from the middle section of Redwood Ridge, about two kilometers deep.
One person and a Snow Mane are fiercely grappling in the dense forest.
The Snow Mane is over seven meters long, with a shoulder height of three or four meters; its robust limbs are like four giant pillars holding up the sky; two-meter-long fangs resemble two slender curved blades hanging from its mouth, gleaming with a chilling light; its entire back is covered with thorny spines, layered with frost, with sharp, bright tips, as if hundreds of steel spears were embedded upside down on its back, sending chills to one's heart.
Just the sheer size and appearance of the Snow Mane is already awe-inspiring, not to mention the knotted muscles all over its body, containing unimaginable strength.
However, such a fearsome Intermediate Snowman is currently being held immobile by a single person grabbing its fangs...