"Tiger!"
"There's a tiger!"
A guard shouted from one of the camp's watchtowers. Murong Xuan's tiger was hardly stealthy.
Not only was it impossible to miss, it was also incredibly imposing. As it ran, it whipped up gales that sent blades of grass flying. The spectacle was as grand as it could get, so the moment it emerged from the woods, it drew the camp guards' attention.
Without a word, the gunner hauled up the anti-aircraft machine gun and aimed it at the tiger. Long tongues of flame immediately spurted from the muzzle.
Rat-tat-tat-tat!
The thunderous gunfire rang out across the camp, firing the first shot of the camp's counterattack and officially alerting the entire camp.
The next second, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the camp. Squad after squad of fully armed soldiers rushed out of the buildings. Some charged toward the vehicle yard, while others ran to the area in front of the gates.
The entire camp was mobilized. More than two hundred camp soldiers rapidly joined the battle. On the surface, this was a formidable armed force.
Of course, that was only in the eyes of ordinary people.
Outside the camp, the anti-aircraft machine gun on the watchtower roared, spraying a line of fire across the ground and blasting mud and stones into the air.
Like a long whip, the line of fire lashed across the tiger's body, but the bullets passed straight through it without hitting anything.
After all, this was not a living creature but an ability similar to a Mystic Art. Just like the Mystic Art Phantom Wolf, being struck by bullets merely consumed Primal Energy. It could not be wounded or have its movements crippled like a physical target.
The tiger was the same. It raced forward amid howling gales, completely ignoring the bullets.