With that beastly roar, a gigantic demon tiger covered in silver-white ice crystals materialized. Its massive jaws opened, and four fearsome, snow-white fangs—sharp beyond compare—suddenly thrust out.
Its body moved as swiftly as a silver bolt of lightning as it pounced toward the old man surnamed Tong.
The old man had just brought out his magic treasure and was forming hand seals, preparing to unleash a secret technique, when the silver-white giant tiger had already appeared before him.
Sensing the unbearably cold and incomparably powerful aura revealed by the silver giant tiger, the old man surnamed Tong was suddenly seized by terror. He had never imagined that his opponent could unleash such a devastating attack.
He opened his mouth, and the old man's natal magic treasure, which had accompanied him for nearly three hundred years, flew out. With a flash, it transformed into a several-foot-long magic treasure shaped like a crutch and struck forward.
With a muffled bang, the immensely powerful crutch-shaped natal magic treasure came into contact with the silver demon tiger and immediately froze in midair, as though it had been encased in ice. Even with the cultivator surnamed Tong urging it on with all his might, it remained utterly motionless.
"Ah! How could this be?" As the old man was horrified, the incantations within his body surged rapidly, and a vast tide of magic power poured into his natal magic treasure.
Under the rapid urging of his divine sense, the old man surnamed Tong's natal magic treasure finally recovered.
But just as the old man relaxed slightly and was about to urge his natal magic treasure into another attack, he saw a flash of white light before his eyes. His protective spiritual light suddenly became as thin as ice and shattered in an instant. His body was