In a life-or-death moment, a burst of hidden potential surged through Zhao Jun, allowing him to escape disaster.
He hurriedly rounded a tree, temporarily shaking off the Black Bear.
Even in the dead of winter, a layer of cold sweat soaked him beneath his thick, padded jacket.
Zhao Jun ran for his life, but as that burst of potential gradually faded, his spirit was slowly crushed by exhaustion.
Zhao Jun was afraid.
Since his rebirth, he had always been confident. He was sure his twenty years of hunting experience from a past life meant he could escape any danger unscathed.
But at this moment, an overwhelming fear of death filled Zhao Jun's heart.
The Black Bear was getting closer and closer.
Zhao Jun gritted his teeth. With every step the Black Bear gained on him, the specter of death drew closer.
'No one can save me!'
Zhao Jun kept running, but his race against the Black Bear was quickly draining his stamina.
