"The White Baleful Leopard is out! Fall back first!"
"Run! We have to keep this spirit beast occupied!"
"Damn it, we were so close!"
Countless disciples rushed out of the hall, their cries of shock and fury unceasing. Behind them charged a snow-white spirit beast, its eyes flashing with savage light.
It radiated a ferocious aura. Its long white fur whipped wildly in the wind, its body stretched over two zhang long, and its gaping maw looked down upon the intruders.
The White Baleful Leopard's razor-sharp claws dripped with blood. Its gaze was keen, always able to predict the cultivators' movements and slaughter them one step ahead.
Behind it lay torn and claw-rent corpses. Terror still lingered in their eyes, as though they had died in an instant.
Roar! Roar!
Another roar shook Barren Mountain until dust and smoke billowed. The White Baleful Leopard paced back and forth before the hall gates, surveying all directions, Killing Intent curling around its body. No one knew how many people it had killed.
This ancient hall is really huge. These disciples keep popping out one after another like little bread men.
Chen Xun marveled inwardly. The White Baleful Leopard's oppressive presence was far too powerful; even he was not confident of handling it. Yet this also seemed to be the best opportunity.
The disciples of the various sects gathered together and began devising a strategy. A frontal assault was clearly impossible. They could only divide its attention.
Mountain-Gazing Ancient Hall seemed to have fallen silent. Only the White Baleful Leopard's occasional beastly roars carried through the air, relentlessly pressuring those cultivators in the distance with ill intentions.
As the sun set in the west, no one dared charge the ancient hall again. Everyone only had one life; it depended on who was