The blood-stained arena bore witness as Lu Ye looked up, to see the cat demon crouched low with one hand pressed against the ground, the other bringing it up to her mouth. She wore claw gloves on both hands, extraordinarily sharp. Licking the fresh blood from her claws, a strange light shone in her eyes, and she let out a soft meow, seemingly in provocation.
With a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she had discerned Lu Ye's weakening state and the beckoning victory.
Her fluid movements and sharp claws revealed her true nature; she was no mere cat but a fierce leopard in disguise.
The figure on the ground suddenly rushed forward, taking a sharp turn as it neared. As Lu Ye's gaze shifted to his side and he rose to his feet, his saber thrust straight ahead!
