Lin Shen saw Dead Powder swiftly slither across its body and bind it as well.
The white tiger had never experienced anything like this. With all four limbs tied together, it fell flat on its face the moment it tried to step forward. Seizing its illness to take its life, Lin Shen charged in and unleashed a flurry of Pressure-Point Strikes.
He had just struck this white tiger when the one he had struck earlier gradually began to move again. Lin Shen hurried over and added several more strikes before finally rendering that white tiger unable to move again.
No sooner had he finished striking it than the larger one behind him began to slowly move its stiff body as well. Lin Shen could only rush back and add more Pressure-Point Strikes.
These two white tigers' bodies were far too formidable. Lin Shen ran back and forth between them, yet he could only barely maintain the effects of the Pressure-Point Strikes. The slightest lapse, and the points he had struck would begin to loosen.
"Why are these things' bodies so ridiculously strong?" Lin Shen simply had Dead Powder bind the two together, then stood before them and continuously reinforced the Pressure-Point Strikes.
Lin Shen wanted to kill them too, but after using all manner of attacks, he still found it difficult to break through their bodies.
Lin Shen reluctantly picked up the junk blade and sawed at their necks. After sawing for ages, only a tiny bit of powder fell away. To truly saw through their necks would be no easier than grinding an iron pestle into a needle.
"The density and strength of the creatures here are simply monstrous. If I were a little stronger, perhaps I could still kill them. Right now, there's truly nothing I can do."