Ai Hui sized up the blood-traced cat before his eyes carefully. This was the cleverest blood-traced fiend that he had seen so far. There was a sense of calm within its ice-cold eyes instead of the blood-thirstiness evident in other blood-traced fiends.
Ai Hui had a faint feeling that the cat was also sizing him up.
Under the pressuring silence, they stood opposite each of other.
The blood-traced cat had blood-red hair, but each strand was abnormally hard and thick like needles. Its paws were solid and wrapped up in fine fish scales. This was also the only part of its body that had scales.
According to Ai Hui’s experience, fish scales meant strong defense. Iron hooves? Was this still a cat?
Its sharp claws were like blades that could easily pierce into solid ground.
Ai Hui’s gaze fell upon the cat’s tail, which was as thick as a whip. A "whoosh whoosh" sound filled the air when the cat swept its tail, undoubtedly convincing Ai Hui of its strength.
