"White Fiend Leopard—it's out! Fall back first!"
"Run! This spirit beast has to be held back!"
"Damn it, we were so close!"
Countless disciples rushed out of the hall, their angry shouts rising without end. Behind them, a snow-white spirit beast with vicious glints in its eyes charged forth.
Its presence was ferocious. Its long white fur danced wildly in the wind, and its body stretched to a terrifying length of over two zhang. With its blood basin mouth open wide, it looked down upon the intruders.
The White Fiend Leopard's sharp claws dripped with blood. Its gaze was keen, always able to anticipate cultivators' movements and slaughter them a step ahead of time.
Behind it lay mutilated corpses, torn and clawed apart. Terror still lingered in their eyes, as though they had died in an instant.
Roar! Roar!
Another roar shook the Barren Mountain, sending dust rolling through the air. The White Fiend Leopard paced back and forth before the hall gates, Turning Towards every direction. Killing Intent coiled around its body; no one knew how many people it had already killed.
This ancient hall is really huge. These disciples keep popping out one after another like little bread men.
Chen Xun marveled inwardly. The White Fiend Leopard's sense of oppression was too strong—even he had no confidence in facing it. Yet this seemed to be the best opportunity.
The disciples of the various sects gathered together and began devising a strategy. A forceful attack was definitely impossible; they could only distract it.
Looking at Yue Ancient Hall seemed to have fallen silent. Only the White Fiend Leopard's occasional roars echoed out, constantly oppressing those cultivators in the distance with ill intentions.
As the setting sun sank westward, no one dared charge into the ancient hall again. Everyone