"Damn it!" Baihu cursed, her voice edged with alarm as her eyes darted across the unfamiliar place.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through her, and her grip tightened instinctively.
She was on high alert, ready to react at a moment's notice.
Chen Tian stood beside her, his own expression tense. His hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of his sword.
"Grrr~~!!!!"
A low growl rumbled through the dense forest, growing louder with each passing moment.
Suddenly, a three-foot-tall tiger burst from the left side of the clearing, its fur bristling and its eyes burning with a predatory glint as it launched itself at Chen Tian.
Baihu, with a swift movement, interposed herself between Chen Tian and the tiger. The surrounding aura exploded.
BOOOMM!!!
Baihu's palm—a blur of white light—sliced through the air like a meteor.
The tiger, mid-leap, froze in a tableau of terror before time itself seemed to slow.
