You Really Think You Can Farm Me Like a Trash Mob? No Respect, Huh? (Please Subscribe and Vote with Monthly Tickets)

On the walls of Qizhou City, someone shouted, "The Black-Scaled Tyrant Tiger's inner core is mine!"

That shout instantly ignited the dry tinder in the cultivators' hearts, setting off a roaring blaze.

Cultivators from the various sects drove back the Demon Beasts near the walls, then began charging toward the Black-Scaled Tyrant Tiger.

So many cultivators rushed down that even the steward could not stop them. He could only personally lead several experts from the Nine Abyss Sacred Domain over to help.

They did their best to keep the Harmony Meridian Formation stable. Only then could they reduce the casualties among the cultivators.

Clearly, the steward was highly capable and quick to react.

Before them stood the Black-Scaled Tyrant Tiger. The brute was over forty meters tall, looming like a small mountain amid the Beast Tide.

Its bloody maw gaped open, its swordlike fangs gleaming coldly. Black fur covered its entire body, and according to the cultivators, every patch of its pelt was valuable.

The Black-Scaled Tyrant Tiger's eyes were scarlet, brimming with savagery and murderous intent.

It had been organizing the next wave of Demon Beasts to attack the city. Who could have expected the Human Race cultivators to charge out instead?

It let out a furious, thunderous roar that echoed between heaven and earth, making the surrounding Demon Beasts tremble.

The Black-Scaled Tyrant Tiger was furious too. I'm a BOSS, at least! You really think you can farm me like a trash mob? No respect, huh?

It suddenly leaped at the army of cultivators. Its enormous claws whipped up a gale as it clashed with those at the front.

Watching this, Li Chen remembered that he still had a mission to kill Demon Beasts. There had been too many people on the walls earlier, and he had not