After hugging, cheering, and encouraging each other, everyone looked at the man and leopard not far away.
Beiting Huang shook the flexible sword in her hand gently. The edge of the sword was snow-white. She rolled it up to her waist, and the flexible sword returned to the attributes of a spiritual weapon. It was like an inconspicuous belt at her waist.
Thunderbolt imitated its master and flapped its wings. Its body slowly shrank. In the end, it transformed into an ordinary leopard and stood beside Beiting Huang. It narrowed its golden eyes and returned to Cloud Leopard's lazy and noble posture.
The man and leopard walked over. Their exquisite robes fluttered in the wind like clouds. Everyone's gazes surrounded them, and their admiration was obvious. At the critical moment, he descended like a war god. His intimidating aura left an indestructible mark in everyone's hearts.
