In the forest, a man and a tiger were engaged in fierce battle.
A large swath of rock walls, trees, and even the soil were upturned and exploded. Within several dozen meters, with the fight at its center, no grass sprouted, as if the end of the world had arrived.
In order to protect Qingfeng, Shi Xiaole intentionally led the white tiger to a remote place. Yet, the white tiger was cunning. It seemed to detect Shi Xiaole's plan, each time deliberately targeting the green cocoon.
As a result, Shi Xiaole, instead, was left compromised and restrained.
Roar!
Under the sunlight, a flash of white whizzed past, splattering droplets of blood.
Two claw marks appeared on Shi Xiaole's face, and his sword viciously stabbed into the white tiger's abdomen, only leaving a half-inch deep wound on the surface—the sword Qi was unable to penetrate through.
"Its body is harder than it was a few days ago."
A serious look appeared on Shi Xiaole's face.
