"Hmph, you dared to come; now stay!"
Li Chen grunted angrily, gathering a death vortex in the palm of his hand, which directly sucked in Thousand Faces.
"Roar, roar!"
Before Thousand Faces could even land, the Divine Tiger leaped up, opening its massive jaw fiercely, and biting him around the waist severely.
"Ah!"
"Splat!"
Thousand Faces let out a miserable scream in mid-air, his blood pouring down like a waterfall, dyeing the entire apricot forest red.
However, even so, the Divine Tiger showed no signs of letting him go. With its large mouth, it chewed and ruthlessly swallowed him into its belly.
Witnessing such a fierce scene, even Li Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of shame.
This was ten times more ferocious than when he plucked out Master Wuxin's heart.
Just then, Li Chen saw at the foot of the mountain, disciples of Medicine King Valley all dressed in white, carrying a coffin, heading towards Yan Mountain in a mighty procession.
