"Awooo!"
A brindled tiger rolled on the ground, its blood-soaked fur clinging with large pieces of fragmented... human skin.
This was a newly Demonized disciple of Dayin Mountain. Its Demonized body rivaled steel, while its speed and killing power were even more horrifying.
Before Demonization, he had merely been a Ghoul General, one of Dayin Mountain's lowest-ranking disciples. Yet after Demonization, he had swallowed seven or eight Tiger Generals in one breath; even their desperate struggles had failed to leave a scratch on him.
He—or rather, it—grew even hungrier, its savage gaze fixed on its former fellow disciples: a family of several.
Lu Jianqing carried a bamboo basket on his back, concealing two sons and a daughter within. Behind him, his wife Wang Yan held a bundle in her arms, with two infants curled up inside.
Their former fellow disciple no longer retained a shred of reason. This was now a fight to the death.
The sounds of battle and screams filled their ears. Blade flashes rose and fell with bloody shadows and shattered porcelain as the storm intensified!
"Brother Lu, let's split up and fight our way out!"
The veins stood out on the back of Wang Yan's hand as she gripped her long blade. Her once delicate, fair palms were now covered in calluses. She was no longer the frail woman she had once been, but a resolute woman with a blade in hand.
She took a breath, afraid of tightening the child against her chest, and gently stretched her shoulders and arms.
"No!"
Lu Jianqing was one of the finest Tiger Generals, a peak Martial Master. Before Demonization, the Ghoul General before him could not have withstood even a single exchange from him. Yet after Demonization, it had become powerful enough to drive him to despair.
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