"Madam, I will handle An Yi, handle the cultivator who deceived her away. You must believe in your husband,"
An Tingfeng swallowed the white petal and then closed his eyes.
The next moment, the worn-out white robe on his body was suddenly torn apart by his violently expanding muscles, as his robust demon body swelled in the wind. His limbs, thick as logs, slammed his wide paws down onto the peak of Mount Hanyue!
Boom!
The gigantic White Tiger's muscles tensed to the point of splitting, its eyes bulging nearly out of their sockets, the pupils surrounded completely by surging blood.
The fierce face abruptly lifted, unleashing a deep and resonant tiger's roar towards the sky.
Those who release the tiger back into the mountains will ultimately regret it.
"Roar——"
The continuous roar of the tiger was frantic and mournful, as if enduring unimaginable agony.
