And those few vicious tigers had no intention of stopping. They turned their heads, opened their bloody maws, their sharp fangs flashing with dazzling luster, and beams of blazing white light a foot or so in diameter surged from their mouths.
"Hm?"
The voice within the demonic cloud carried a trace of surprise, as if it could not believe the Wind Dragon it had conjured had been broken so quickly. A burst of obscure, incomprehensible incantation entered the ear, and Demon Light flared wildly. From that vortex flew more than a hundred ancient characters, black as ink.
The moment these ancient characters appeared, they immediately swelled madly in the wind, then transformed into countless streams of Demon Light and rushed to meet the attack ahead.
Rumble!
In an instant, explosions rang out as dense as Raindrop, multicolored spiritual radiance weaving without end. Very soon, those beams of light shattered inch by inch, and afterward, the balls of light formed from the ancient characters flew toward the true bodies of the vicious tigers.
Their momentum was ferocious, but those Tigers showed not the slightest fear. Deafening roars sounded without cease, and with heads tossing and tails lashing, they pounced as well, plunging headlong into those ancient characters.
They devoured with gaping mouths, and whirlwinds rose out of thin air from the bodies of those fierce tigers. But those ancient characters of the Demon World were no pushovers either. The result of the two sides' brutal clash was mutual destruction.
"Hmph!"
Lingxu True Person, however, paid it no mind. What he had done just now was merely a small test of the blade. An unusual light flashed in his eyes, and the horsetail whisk in his hand swept to one side as though he were shooing away mosquitoes.
With just this simple