At the sight of that deranged smile, the five Gray-robed Cultists felt their hearts skip a beat and involuntarily took two steps back.
As they met those eerie eyes, an inexplicable fear took root in their hearts, sprouting and spreading uncontrollably.
Their leader, Hui Yi, recovered first and immediately ordered the Black Beast Demons lying on the ground.
"You useless bastards! How long are you going to lie there? Get him!"
The other four Gray-robed Cultists came to their senses as well and hastily ordered their own Black Beast Demons forward, inwardly cursing themselves for being frightened by a mere smile and a look.
"Little White!"
The dimensional rift opened again, and a commanding tiger's roar rang out from within, accompanied by a bitterly cold wind.
The Black Beast Demons at the front stiffened. Frost gradually spread across their bodies until they became crystalline ice sculptures.
The Black Beast Demons behind them stopped in their tracks. Feeling the overwhelming presence bearing down on them, they began to tremble.
"That's... a Warrior-Level creature?!"
"How is that possible? The deacon never mentioned this!"
All five Gray-robed Cultists were shocked when they sensed Little White's aura.
The deacon had never said their target possessed the summoning system, much less a Warrior-Level summoned beast!
"Hui Yi, what do we do now? A Warrior-Level creature... we can't do anything against him!"
Hui Yi's expression shifted uncertainly. He looked at the Ice-Scratch Demon Tiger with a trace of fear, then glanced at Mo Xie beside it, a vicious gleam entering his eyes.
"A few of you hold off that Warrior-Level demon! The rest, finish off the target first!"
At the command, the Black Beast Demons bared their fangs and charged at Mo Xie.
"Hmph. You're asking to die!"
Mo Xie grinned and gave a cold laugh.