The blurry silhouette gradually solidified, revealing itself to be a ferocious demonic tiger.
It looked identical to the demonic tiger phantom condensing above.
The aura of slaughter gradually became apparent.
HUM!
"The wind follows the tiger."
"The Windfall Immortal Wilds represents the absolute pinnacle of wind," Xu Yang murmured. "By fusing the demonic tiger's slaughter with the profundity of wind..."
His mind churned as he continued his visualization.
At a certain moment, a flash of enlightenment swept through his mind.
SWISH!
Xu Yang's entire body trembled as his eyes snapped open. As if in a trance, he opened his palm. A cluster of immortal essence surged out, instantly transforming into a swirling vortex of wind.
The vortex churned and expanded until it ultimately took the shape of a demonic tiger phantom, surrounded by the swirling winds in an awe-inspiring display of majesty.
Xu Yang's eyes gleamed.
