Roar~
"Damn, it's the Ghost Tiger!"
"Are we really that unlucky?"
Leon gripped the long sword in his hand, already thinking about running away, saying, "We have a bright future, we can't die here. How about we just drop everything and run?"
For once, Miao Yi agreed with Leon's suggestion: "Retreat. The Ghost Tiger was probably drawn here by the bloody scent of the Sparrow. As long as we leave, it shouldn't pursue us."
Xu Yuebing saw that Ye Qingzhou was advancing instead of retreating, and quickly shouted, "Ye Qingzhou, what are you doing?"
"No one can take things from my hands, not even a ghost."
Ye Qingzhou stepped forward, walking in the direction of the tiger's roar.
Soon, a huge figure appeared in everyone's sight: a black tiger with a half-human form, wearing armor. It had a war saber over two meters long at its waist and stood over three meters tall. Its gaping mouth revealed fearsome white teeth, sending chills down one's spine.
Ghost Tiger!
