"Ugh..."
The white tiger let out a mournful howl.
All the people of the Boru tribe were stunned; the white tiger, whom they feared and called "devil," was like a little mouse under Ye Tian's hand.
"Take this!"
Ye Tian let out a cold smile, then extended his foot and kicked straight at the white tiger's chest.
"Boom!"
A loud noise, deafening.
Accompanying that roar was the sound of the white tiger's ribs breaking!
With its ribs shattered and organs damaged, blood continuously poured from the white tiger's mouth. Only then did Abula and his people realize that the so-called devil was merely a creature that, when facing a powerful opponent, could also be injured and bleed.
"This guest, he is really powerful..."
Abula couldn't help but exclaim; Ye Tian was several times smaller than the white tiger, yet his strength was something the white tiger could not withstand. To Abula and his people, Ye Tian seemed like a god descending to earth!
