With that, Han Fei waved his hand and threw an Immortal-level ancient demon tiger to the ground.
Han Fei made a seal with one hand and directly sealed the ferocious tiger's suppressing pressure. Otherwise, Zhang Panpan and the others wouldn't even have a chance to approach.
Han Fei said, "Old Jiang, this Immortal-level ancient demon is for you to make Tiger Bone Soup."
Old Jiang snorted. "How many people can drink it? These brats can't even drink a drop of it. Let's just eat my braised pork!"
As he talked, Old Jiang dragged the ferocious tiger away and began to set up layers of seals, warning, "Zhang Panpan, you can touch any seal, but not this one. Otherwise, we can't save you."
"Hmph, I'm not stupid."
