The massive beast's shadow enveloped Shen Tang.
The black panther sniffed the "prey" beneath it, its low growl hoarse like muffled thunder, emanating a strong scent of blood. Its thick, sharp claws pressed on Shen Tang's chest, leaving long bloodstains across her front.
Just like a cat that enjoys toying with a struggling mouse.
Shen Tang had no doubt that once the panther finished playing, it would bite her to death!
Terrified, Shen Tang swallowed hard, her desire to survive reaching its peak, struggling to gather her spiritual power.
She was not from this world and had never used spiritual power before; she thought it would be difficult. But as she closed her eyes and slipped into a trance, she found the Spirit Tree within her sea of consciousness.
Yet, the Spirit Tree was just a broken, withered trunk.
She climbed to the top of the withered trunk and found a small sapling.
The little seedling thrived on the decayed old wood, miraculously bursting with new life.
