Surrounded by demon beasts, Chu Xisheng's right hand muscles tensed as he gripped the handle of his blade tightly, his complexion turning a ghastly shade of green.
At that moment, a saber-toothed tiger suddenly advanced a step, as if intending to pounce forward in attack.
Chu Xisheng's heart turned ice-cold, and without any hesitation, he drew his sword, stepped forward, and flashed to the side!
In an instant, he covered a distance of thirty feet, appearing in front of the saber-toothed tiger.
As Chu Xisheng moved, he realized he had been overly tense. The tiger had no intention of attacking; it was merely sniffing the air lightly.
As he struck down with his sword, the eyes of the saber-toothed tiger instantly showed a hint of shock and anger. It swung its front paw, creating afterimages that were difficult to catch with the naked eye, and strands of electricity spontaneously gathered in its paw.
