"Roar! Roar!" As a beast, the Saber-toothed Tiger probably possessed a certain degree of intelligence. When Chen Mo gradually approached the fellow, it turned its head and called out at him.
However, perhaps because its body was weak and it had no strength, its cry was not very loud—only slightly louder than a kitten's meow. That was why it failed to attract the Jade-colored Skeleton's attention, nor did it draw the notice of the other Martial Artists in the cavern hall.
All their attention was currently fixed on the Xiantian Realm trio and the Jade-colored Skeleton.
Heh heh! Chen Mo chuckled inwardly. He had not expected Qian Ying to actually help him. Earlier, Qian Ying had fed this Saber-toothed Tiger a Soft Bone Powder. Chen Mo had initially looked down on that old man a little, but not anymore. He even wanted to give him a thumbs-up. That old man was fucking farsighted—he had left the Saber-toothed Tiger completely unable to resist.
Seeing that its roar had failed to stop the person before it from approaching, the Saber-toothed Tiger could only bare its fangs and make "Wuuu! Wuuu!" sounds, warning him not to come any closer.
Yet because it was so weak, even those growls were not loud. They sounded like the feeble snarls of a sick cat, utterly devoid of menace.
Chen Mo took just a few steps to reach it. The Saber-toothed Tiger immediately became alert and rolled over, trying to escape. It sensed danger from Chen Mo, but its body was too weak to stand at all, so it could only roll away.
But to the Saber-toothed Tiger's surprise, Chen Mo grabbed the fur at the back of its neck and tugged. It could not even roll over anymore and was directly restrained.
It turned its head