In front of him were three cultivators. They were all covered in blood and unconscious. From the looks of it, they were all heavily injured.
There was also a sixth-level Dao Integration realm young man who was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath as he stared at his opponent.
"Hmph, humans are all such trash, yet they have the nerve to call themselves the possessors of spirit blood and come here to meet Senior Feng? Are you even worthy?"
A disdainful voice rang out. Although the person was speaking, he sounded like a beast roaring.
Ye Chen looked at the person who spoke and narrowed his eyes.
The person who spoke was actually a multicolored blood tiger!
Was this a demonic beast?
Although the Blood Tiger Clan members were humans that possessed the blood essence of the Blood Tiger, they were not demonic beasts.
