Xu Zhiming waved his hand.
He raised his spear, thunderbolts flickering at its tip.
The young man moved like a dragon, charging forward with an unstoppable momentum.
He sensed pressure from the Demon Beast, though it was not too great.
It was just right for testing the thing he had sensed before.
He always felt that some ghostly thing inside the Soul Flame was watching him.
If it did not devour the Demon Beast's soul, then he would use Heavenly Grinding Annihilation to increase his Mental Power.
The Demon Tiger had not expected that a bug with such a weak aura would dare take the initiative to attack it.
A silver-white metal shard danced beside Xu Zhiming.
Before coming here, he had tested its attack range at around ten meters.
This was the perfect chance to try it on a Demon Beast.
Wang Hu was somewhat worried, ready to join Xu Zhiming in killing the Demon Tiger at any moment.
Nangong Ya paid it no mind. She could defeat this Demon Tiger herself, so Xu Zhiming certainly could too.
"Classmate Nangong Ya, there won't be any problems, right?"
Nangong Ya shook her head slightly.
"No. Don't worry."
She also wanted to see how well Xu Zhiming could control his Mental Power after becoming a Mentalist.
In the forest, the Demon Tiger had just charged in front of Xu Zhiming.
A flash of cold light streaked past and pierced straight through the Demon Tiger's eye.
The Demon Tiger's eye burst like a water-filled balloon.
This scene instantly stunned Wang Ma.
He widened his eyes. What kind of attack was that?
"Could Xu Zhiming have some ability where whoever he stared at died? Or wherever he stared exploded?"
The Demon Tiger was still at least seven or eight meters away from Xu