"Die!" the great black bear roared loudly.
The voice carried demonic power, aiming to frighten the Bashan Tiger.
This tactic, which he had developed in constant battle, was particularly effective against small monsters.
However, the method that had always been unbeatable met its match in the Bashan Tiger, who had witnessed the pinnacle of combat in the Three Realms and was no longer just a regular little monster.
"Big guy, being loud doesn't make you strong," the Bashan Tiger chuckled.
The small body began to sprint forward nimbly, like a bolt of lightning.
The Curved Blade in his hands swung continuously, shimmering like a silver ribbon under the moonlight.
Seeing this, the great black bear kept retreating, feeling the difficulty of handling the Bashan Tiger's blade technique.
But how could he compete in agility with the Bashan Tiger? The dense flashes of the blade left numerous wounds across his bulky frame in an instant.
