Before the Flame-Eyed Winged Tiger could react, the female cultivator had already fixed her gaze on its throat. Her bright lips curved into a strange, wicked smile.
Pfft!
The next instant, a warm head blasted into the air. As it rose, it immediately reverted to its true form: the head of a burly male cultivator became an enormous tiger's head. Its eyes, seemingly formed from flames, blazed like the sun overhead—but then, in a flash, they went dark, leaving only hollow, pitch-black sockets.
Blood burst from the headless corpse, shooting straight into the air. Amid the roar of a vast sea of bamboo, it splattered down like a sudden rainstorm, staining the entire courtyard red in an instant.
Once all life had left it, the corpse likewise reverted to its original form. Its enormous tiger body filled the courtyard, crushing a swath of tough bamboo in an instant.
"Hmm? Just an avatar?" Si Hong Qingyan murmured in surprise. Then she sneered and slapped the junior Demon Race cultivator beside her, turning him into a cloud of blood that scattered throughout the hall.
Next, she made a simple Magic Seal. All the blood in the Flame-Eyed Winged Tiger's corpse gushed out, flowing backward into the air and gathering before her into an enormous sphere.
Si Hong Qingyan's fingers fluttered like butterflies as she formed several Magic Seals in quick succession. The blood sphere remained unmoved, showing no change whatsoever.
Watching this, her brows knitted slightly. She soon understood: the Demon Race cultivator's Main Body was already dead!
Thus, the [Blood-Returning-to-Origin Art] she had cast could not locate his Main Body!
"I didn't kill the Main Body. Bad luck. Then I'll find another Dao Integration Stage Demon Race cultivator..." As Si Hong Qingyan murmured to herself, her figure faded bit by bit,