Bang! The ground shattered in front, mixed with Demonic Qi, rushing towards the target locked in his mind like a crimson meteor.
A thousand meters of assault, within a few breaths had arrived.
Reaching close, Meng Chuan crossed the Fist Blades on his chest, pulling out two sharp blue-violet streams of Power to his side, slashing across in intersecting paths!
In an instant, the Celestial Demon group melted away like snow in hot water, disappearing completely.
The pungent smell of scorched brown mixed together, forming a wisp of yellow-black smoke that lingered without dispersing.
With a thought, he moved the smoke away, leaving only a strange "tiger."
Appearing to stand upright, the jet-black, single-horned tiger remained unharmed by his True Qi attacks.
In a blink, the opponent's form crouched, the tiger image blurred.
