A strike of immense power, the force and demonic energy contained within it, yet it vanished without a trace in the end.
Shen Yi hovered in the sky, locking gazes with the Golden-Winged Nine-Patterned Tiger.
In front of him, a brush as tall as a tree slowly emerged, following the sweep of his sleeve.
The brush once again traced an arc in the void.
Landing on that enormous tiger claw, rendering it completely immobile.
"Roar!"
The Golden-Winged Nine-Patterned Tiger had never suffered such humiliation, a deafening roar spreading in all directions.
Almost shattering the already weakened Divine Soul of Tong Xin'chuan.
Yet he still struggled to widen his eyes, staring fixatedly at the brush in the air.
And the endless murderous aura, as dark as ink stains, surging forth at some point, fell upon the ground, forming intricate Formation characters.
Surrounded by murderous aura, Shen Yi stood with his hands hanging down in the sky, looking down on the trapped beast.
