This miniature version of Ling Chuxi was only the size of a palm, so the spirit beast she was riding on was naturally not that big either. However, its appearance was extremely magnificent. She looked very, very cute. However, Xia Yin Tianqi didn't find it adorable at all.
"Qilin, Saint Beast black Qilin!" Long RUO tingyuan exclaimed.
A dragon head, antlers, eyes of a Lion, back of a Tiger, waist of a bear, scales of a snake, hooves of a horse, and a tail of an ox. Wasn't this the sacred beast that was even rarer than the Dragon race, the inferno Qilin?!
Rays of pure and holy light shone out from the black armor on the little Qilin's body. Upon closer inspection, the miniature Ling Chuxi was actually also shrouded in the same light, as if she was wearing a spirit armor.
Wherever the Holy Light passed, the soul-gnawing beast's hollow figure would melt like ice under the hot sun.
