The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's claws slammed against the ground, instantly pulverizing the hard rock into dust. Splinters of stone scattered in every direction with shrill whistles through the air.
Although its once massive body had shrunk into that of a half-grown cub due to its loss of strength, and its fur had lost the glossy sheen of its prime, becoming dry and dull, the ferocious aura belonging to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had not diminished in the slightest.
Its bell-sized scarlet eyes locked onto the small Ye Qiu ahead. It bared two rows of fine yet sharp fangs, releasing a low growl from its throat as if declaring the prey's doom.
As it ran, its body became a streak of gray lightning, leaving an afterimage across the ground as it pounced swiftly toward Ye Qiu.
Its strength had indeed fallen to the juvenile stage. It did not even meet the standard of the lowest ten-year soul beast, and the Soul Power within it was as feeble as a dying candle in the wind. Yet the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger was an extraordinarily rare mutated soul beast, its innate gifts far surpassing those of ordinary soul beasts. Even with its cultivation diminished, its physical strength, reaction speed, and control over evil energy still exceeded those of ordinary ten-year soul beasts.
In its mind, this human child before it, whose Martial Soul had yet to awaken, was nothing more than a helpless ant. One swipe of its claw would be enough to tear him apart. This hunt was no more than a simple, effortless task.
However, just as the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger charged within ten meters of Ye Qiu, its rushing body suddenly halted. A trace of confusion flashed through its scarlet eyes.
Ye Qiu's small body