Wave after wave of white flames spread outward from Lin Huai's body. His body was like an oil-slicked loach, slipping nimbly free from Day and Night's arms. Day and Night were blasted backward by that tiger roar, then simultaneously turned into a gale and shot straight into the sky.
Chi Nu's scimitar was only three inches from Lin Huai's chest, and a bloody gash had already been torn open in Lin Huai's body, exposing his blood-drenched heart. But when that tiger roar came, Chi Nu himself was sent flying. He let out a helpless roar as the white flames drove his uncontrollable body rapidly backward.
It was as if Lin Qi had been struck head-on by a boulder hurled from a catapult. He spat blood in great mouthfuls and was likewise flung away by the tiger roar.
The other powerhouses left at the scene, such as Long Yan and Alsa, were all shaken senseless by the furious roar, unable to move for the moment. This time, Alsa and the others had not even had time to turn their bodies into black mist before they were swept up by the tiger roar. The demons all cursed Lin Huai with the foulest words they knew, vomiting blood and spinning through the air as they flew away.
Demons' bodies were far less resilient than evil ghosts', and old demons like Alsa were even worse off. Thus, they suffered grave injuries this time, far worse than those Long Yan and the others had received. Many demons collapsed onto the ground and could no longer move, able only to lie there groaning and wailing.
After unleashing that tiger roar, Lin Huai pounced before Chi Nu could even hit the ground. Accompanied by a low howl, a pitch-black tiger claw several meters across seized at Chi