The Fortune Teller's advancement ritual! (Six thousand words, please vote with your monthly tickets)

The White Tiger looked down from above, crouching slightly as a thunderous growl rolled through its throat.

Its enormous paws stepped onto the soft snow without making the slightest sound, as though treading on balls of cotton. Even the depth of its pawprints was negligible.

Such control was enough to put many trained fighters to shame.

"Nobody panic."

Li Xiang's voice pierced the wind and snow, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

His hand rested on his saber's hilt. He bent slightly, the great dragon of his spine arching, poised to explode into motion at any moment.

"Those from Demon City, guard the left flank. Don't let this beast break our formation."

"Senior Brother Dong, Steward Tang, the right flank is yours and your cart and horse business brothers'. Circle the carts. The horses are frightened, so keep a close watch on them."

"Yes!"

Everyone answered in unison and quickly formed ranks.

With the orders issued, the group swiftly changed formation.

Wang De and the other Demonkin no longer dared hold anything back. Demon aura surged around them as they revealed some features of their original forms.

Some had arms as thick as an ape's. Others' nails lengthened into hooks, while still others grew a dense covering of fine scales over their skin.

As beings who were half monster and half human, they understood the weight of what stood before them better than ordinary humans did.

The White Tiger brimmed with vital energy, its demon aura concentrated and undispersed. Judging from its size and oppressive presence alone, it was at least a third-realm greater monster.

"That size, that presence..." Wang De swallowed, his lion face solemn. "The few of us probably wouldn't even fill the gaps between its teeth."

Dong Zhao and Tang You were also second-realm professionals, but Rickshaw Drivers and