He felt Zhu Zhuqing's soul power circulating within the tiger's body, like a clear, cold stream flowing into a surging river. That icy calm temporarily reined in his violent Devouring urge.
"Go."
The Blood-Eyed Nether White Tiger moved.
It was nearly thirty percent faster than the Netherworld White Tiger opposite it. Its dark red form left an afterimage across the arena as it pounced forward, practically skimming the ground.
The opposing Netherworld White Tiger roared and charged to meet it, its golden-silver tiger claws swiping at the Blood-Eyed Nether White Tiger's head.
The Blood-Eyed Nether White Tiger did not dodge.
It tilted its head aside to avoid the vital point and took the claw strike head-on with its shoulder and back. Golden-silver soul power tore three gashes through its dark red fur, but what seeped from the edges was not blood—it was gray-black mist.
The instant that mist touched the opposing Netherworld White Tiger's claws, it coiled around them as if alive and began to retaliate along the tiger claws' soul power channels.
Dai Weisi immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The soul power within him was being siphoned away by that gray-black mist. It was not fast, but it was steady and unceasing, as though an invisible straw had been plunged into his meridians, dragging his life force out bit by bit.
His Netherworld White Tiger phantom began to grow unstable, and its body slowly shrank as well.
"You..." Dai Weisi suddenly looked at Dai Mubai. "What did you do?!"
Dai Mubai did not answer. The Blood-Eyed Nether White Tiger took another step forward, opened its jaws, and condensed dark red soul power into a sphere of light compressed to the limit within its mouth before blasting it at the opposing Netherworld White Tiger's chest.
Boom!
The sphere pierced