"Roar—"
A two-winged, silver-scaled Demon Tiger roared in fury. Standing three rods tall and nine rods long, it was a terrifying Innate Demonic Beast. It moved across the battlefield like a bolt of lightning and had just slaughtered a small squad of thirty or forty soldiers. It was truly a nightmare on the battlefield.
In this part of the area, many of the soldiers fell back in fear. Facing such a terrifying Innate Demonic Beast, even the Innate Strong People would not necessarily be a match.
At that moment, a figure appeared silently. It was a handsome, black-clad young man with a fearless expression on his face, confidently approaching the two-winged Demon Tiger.
Many soldiers hurriedly shouted, urging the young man to run and not to approach, not wanting to see such a young boy killed by the demon tiger.
The Demon Tiger saw the approaching young man, bared its fangs, roared, and pounced.
