As he spoke, he had already begun absorbing Spiritual Power in his hands, and the pitch-black lines on the blue talisman paper started to surge wildly.
"ROAR!!!" A tiger's roar, shocking to the depths of people's souls, echoed.
Mermaids in the lake could not withstand this terrifying sound and hurriedly hid in the depths of the lake.
Under the force of the invisible roar, the calm lake surface stirred up ripples.
Everyone had already held their breath, including the two disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Even though they knew the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger wasn't targeting them, a cold sweat still broke out on their spines.
Baili An's gaze was cautious and dangerous as a gigantic White Tiger, five meters long, condensed from the black lines.
The body of the White Tiger was covered in vivid black lines, dark as ink like a curse, outlining its massive ghostly figure.
Its eyes were also pitch black, devoid of pupils, thus appearing merciless.
