Elsewhere, Sesshomaru had already withdrawn his Light Whip. As the cat demons gradually fell back, Fuyuran lunged at him, swinging her longsword.
Sesshomaru drew Tenseiga from his waist, the only sword his father had left him, and met Fuyuran's overhead strike without flinching.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than a dozen blows.
Fuyuran's Demon Power was clearly weaker than Sesshomaru's, but Tenseiga had no offensive power whatsoever. Even when it struck her, it could do her no harm.
Father, is this the sword you left me to fight the Leopard Cat Tribe? Sesshomaru silently asked.
Although Fuyuran's Demon Power was weaker, the sharp sword in her hand at least gave her a fighting chance. She laughed triumphantly.
Despite the vast disparity in their Demon Power, the two were locked in a stalemate.
Meanwhile, seeing that Han had defeated Xialan, Haruran and Qiuran exchanged a glance. They finally decided that Qiuran would go down and deal with this troublesome woman.
Someone we've never even heard of, and she's this powerful. Haruran secretly gritted her teeth.
The burly Qiuran leaped down from above. His enormous frame did nothing to diminish his feline agility.
Han grew wary. Monsters with both immense strength and agility were not the sort she was good at handling.
The instant Qiuran landed, he charged at Han with his fists swinging.
Han did not even have time to take an arrow from her quiver. She could only pour more spiritual power into forming a long arrow directly on her bowstring and shoot it at the cat monster. Qiuran easily dodged with a sidestep. Han gritted her teeth, forming and firing arrow after arrow, but aside from a few grazes, Qiuran evaded them all.
In the blink of an eye, the towering cat demon was