A huge, blood-stained rabbit lay on the snow. The creature was pure white with a single horn on its forehead; had it not been for the obvious stains of blood, Su Luo and the others would have found it indistinguishable from the snow itself. Though dead, the rabbit's blood-red pupils remained wide open, filled with an unresigned, venomous glare.
Feng Xiyue gasped, "A rabbit!"
Song Qiao's expression turned grim, for he had not caught the scent of these creatures at all!
Chapter 143