The battle inside the room continued.
The fat cultivator had not thought of leaving, nor had he considered calling for help.
Having been starved for quite some time and drained of much blood, the Tiger Demon's strength was greatly diminished, and he had intended to subdue it first through his own cultivation.
The fat cultivator, a newcomer, would inevitably be held accountable and subjected to a round of scolding if it became known that he had been negligent, allowing the Tiger Demon to break free from the chains.
Therefore, to subdue the Tiger Demon without alarming others was the best solution.
But as the fight dragged on, the fat cultivator realized that to continue would be folly—not to mention subduing the Tiger Demon, avoiding being devoured would be a feat in its own right.
The Tiger Demon was much stronger than he had anticipated.
Doubt arose in the fat cultivator's mind.
Having starved for so long, how could the Tiger Demon's blood qi still be so potent?
