"Ah, what is this?" Hearing Qian Yuming's voice, Ling Zhengyi was slightly startled. He looked over to see a Spirit Beast, neither quite tiger nor quite lion, pouncing at him like lightning. Its roar shook the mountains and rivers, making his heart tremble and even halting the flow of his spiritual power!
"Damn it!" Without a second thought, Ling Zhengyi waved his hand, and the Palm Thunder in his hand shot out at once.
With a crackling hiss, the half-foot-long Palm Thunder flew toward the Spirit Beast. The beast actually seemed frightened, not daring to meet it with its body. Instead, it twisted aside and snapped its tail behind it with a sharp crack, lashing the Palm Thunder. Though it scattered the Palm Thunder, its own charge also came to a halt.
"Good! It's only a first-grade Spirit Beast!" Having tested the Spirit Beast's strength, Ling Zhengyi's heart eased somewhat.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Qian, your Lion Tiger Beast... doesn't seem all that impressive!" Zhan Yu laughed. With a flick of the Condensing Turtle in his hand, another beam of light as thick as a bowl flashed through the air and arced toward Ling Zhengyi. "Hmph, how could ordinary people measure the might of my Lion Tiger Beast?" Qian Yuming sneered. Without any visible movement, he had already urged the Lion Tiger Beast onward. After only the slightest hesitation, it pounced at Ling Zhengyi once more.
Ling Zhengyi was now caught between attacks from front and rear. He slapped his hand again, sending a flat box flying into the air. But before he could cast his spell formula, the Lion Tiger Beast had already reached him. Its two front claws flashed through the air, leaving several afterimages as they struck straight at the center of Ling Zhengyi's back.
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