"As it should be."
Shen Yi crouched down, setting it on the ground, and his palm suddenly landed on the tiger demon's neck.
Compared to the mighty demon bodies of the tomb-guarding tiger demons, after losing the protection of the magical ring, this young tiger demon's body was as fragile as a mortal's.
But across all of Western Hong, there was probably no one who dared to sever this neck.
"Huff..."
A change finally came over the young tiger demon's face, but that slightly heavy breathing was less about fearing death and more about worrying Shen Yi might change his mind.
She stared at that fair face, and feeling the surge of force from those long fingers without any hesitation, she finally released a breath of relief.
The young tiger demon closed her eyes contently, surrounded by a childlike hoarse sound like that of mosquitoes and insects.
"You've been troubled, sir."
The next moment, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
