With a wild, unrestrained laugh, two pitch-black demonic tigers that were almost identical shot toward Qin Fengming like black lightning.
Although the two tiger beasts before him had an astonishingly imposing presence, what shocked Qin Fengming even more was the Fierce Tiger Sect Master in the distant demonic mist. He seemed to have contracted a serious illness, and his voice had clearly trembled when he spoke just now.
With only a turn of his thoughts, Qin Fengming already understood.
The two vicious tiger beasts before him had clearly been condensed by the Fierce Tiger Sect Master through a secret art. To unleash the immensely powerful Tiger Roar Demonic Art, that mid Nascent Soul stage cultivator must have exhausted most of his magical power.
Facing the tiger beasts wrapped in black demonic flames, Qin Fengming naturally did not dare let them approach his body. With a wave of his hand, two magical treasures shot out. They blurred in midair and immediately expanded to twenty zhang each, dragging enormous streams of energy as they cleaved toward the two tiger beasts.
The scene that followed left Qin Fengming stunned on the spot.
The two ancient treasures were extraordinarily powerful. Yet as sword radiance twenty zhang long wrapped around them, the moment they touched the bodies of the two tiger beasts—each less than two zhang tall and wrapped in black demonic flames—the seemingly mighty sword radiance atop the treasures vanished at once, melting away like straw meeting raging fire.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming could not help feeling a surge of terror.
The demonic flames covering the beast condensed through that secret art were actually so formidable.
As his body rapidly retreated, he beckoned with both hands, and the two magical treasures shot back to him. Looking at the ancient treasures in his hands, he