"A piece of cake."
Zhao Tian nodded calmly. Before his words had fully faded, he had already shot forward.
Whoosh!
An exceptionally crisp whistle sliced through the forest. Like a phantom afterimage, Zhao Tian darted into the deep woods, moving too fast for the naked eye to follow. In an instant, he vanished from everyone's sight, heading straight for the heart of the Ghost Tiger's hiding place.
Only Mo Yuan remained to guard the others. Watching Zhao Tian's fleeting silhouette, he shook his head helplessly, long accustomed to the senior's swift, decisive manner.
"Keep up, everyone. Don't leave the group on your own, and stay on the route," Mo Yuan instructed softly. Then he led the Sun Never Sets Team briskly after Zhao Tian.
Vegetation tangled throughout the forest, branches thick with leaves. A cool breeze rustled through the foliage. Everyone hurried onward without daring to dawdle, passing through layers of trees in mere tens of seconds before reaching the area where Zhao Tian had fought the two Ghost Tigers.
The moment they entered the clearing, the scene came into full view.
At its center, the enormous eight-thousand-year Ghost Tiger, five meters long, lay collapsed on the ground.
Hideous wounds covered its body. Its fur was torn, its flesh a bloody mess, and its bones and tendons had snapped in several places. Its massive frame twitched and trembled, its breathing desperately faint. It was barely clinging to life, utterly incapable of resisting.
The other, smaller five-thousand-year Ghost Tiger had already disappeared. Presumably, sensing the overwhelming strength of its enemy, it had fled in panic without daring to linger another moment.
Zhao Tian stood beside the Ghost Tiger's body with his hands clasped behind his back, composed and unruffled. Not a trace of battle marked him, and every movement exuded the