Wang Yu found himself facing attacks from both a beast and a man at once.
Without a second thought, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of golden killing intent mixed with pure spiritual power. It vaguely took the shape of a small golden sword and shot out, striking the incoming black iron spike.
With a metallic clang, the hazy little sword broke apart and vanished, but it also forcibly knocked the black iron spike slightly off course, sending it grazing past the side of his head.
This was the ability granted by mastery of the black tiger baleful body: refining qi into astral force, turning a breath into a blade!
However, back in the Qi Refining Realm, his Dharma power had not been pure enough to mix into it. Its power had been too weak, so he had never used it in actual combat.
Yet that single breath of pure Dharma power mixed with killing intent had consumed another drop of liquid Dharma power in his dantian.
The little sword formed from that breath, however, had been no less powerful than an ordinary Ranked Magical Artifact.
At the same time, the fingers holding his flying knife twitched, and the black knife vanished from his hand.
Pfft!
A massive bloody hole, as thick as a forearm, abruptly appeared in the giant rat's neck. Only then did the black flying knife flash into view some ten feet behind its neck.
The giant rat let out a strange cry and flung its head aside in pain, spewing a thick gray-white beam of light from its mouth.
Rumble!
The enormous beam shot askew into the dense forest, sweeping a deep trench straight through the trees.
Meanwhile, space rippled above Wang Yu's head, and rings of black mist billowed out of thin