In the villa, the yin energy fluctuated intensely, even on the verge of becoming fog-like.
A large swarm of ghost-cats, radiating killing intent, sprang towards Huang Xiaolong and Mengqi.
Eerie cat cries echoed everywhere, these ghost-cats moved at an extremely fast pace, faster than the average ancient martial arts Grandmaster, and turned into a series of afterimages. Their sharp claws tore the air, creating a sound akin to tear-stained rags, as they unanimously attacked Huang Xiaolong and Mengqi.
Whether it was their claws or teeth, all were filled with deadly poison. Once scratched or bitten, the negative energy would lead to death, it was highly dangerous.
Seeing all this unfolded Xia Ying went pale.
Even a single ghost-cat was hard enough to deal with, and now a whole swarm was assaulting Huang Xiaolong.
