"Bang!"
The subterranean creature, with its mouth full of sharp teeth, was kicked away when it approached the tiger's leg. Lin Qian's reaction speed was not slow; he was just waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.
He sensed the creature approaching from underground, but this was the first time he had faced such an enemy. After his spiritual attack failed, he could only wait for it to surface on its own, otherwise, if it remained hidden underground, he would have no way to catch it.
The creature that had been kicked into the air landed with a thud in the bushes.
Lin Qian was quite strong. Although he didn't use any spiritual power, he put a lot of force into that kick, thinking that the opponent would be knocked unconscious if not killed.
Unexpectedly, the thing flipped itself up the moment it fell, and it didn't seem to be seriously injured!
This surprised Lin Qian. There was no fluctuation of spirit beast energy in the creature's vitality, so Lin Qian thought it was just an ordinary mutated animal and had not used any spiritual power. Now it seems that he was wrong.
"Woo—" A strange cry echoed dully through the dense jungle.
The attacker's face was clearly visible in the dappled sunlight.
This is a pangolin covered in black scales, with black eye sockets, and it seems to have no consciousness.
This wasn't the first time Lin Qian had encountered this creature; he had sensed this aura from the crows and puppets in the Snow Mountain Secret Realm.
Lin Qian looked at the pangolin in front of him with some wariness. He knew that this thing was neither a spirit beast nor an ordinary animal, but a creature that had failed to mutate. Although its attack power was average, its defense was amazing!
Although the pangolin, which had just risen to its feet, seemed somewhat agitated, it did not seem to be on the verge of attacking. This might be related to its method of lurking; if it were in a hurry to attack, it wouldn't have lurked underground but instead chose to ambush.
Bathed in the glow of the sunset, the pangolin's scales gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Like a cold machine, it remained motionless, with only its dark, cold eyes staring straight at the little tiger in front of it, and water slowly dripping from its mouth full of sharp teeth.
It was drooling, craving Lin Qian's flesh and blood!
The way he was being treated like food made Lin Qian very uncomfortable!
"roar!
"!" A powerful tiger roar erupted in fury, but it had no effect on the pangolin in front of it.
It is a creature devoid of reason, whose very nature has been eroded to the bare minimum.
It fears no living creature; its blood is restless, driven only by killing and feeding!
Having lost its advantage of lurking, the pangolin had little patience left. Looking at the intelligent creature before it, it launched a fierce attack!
The golden sunlight reflected off the jet-black scales, creating a dazzling brilliance.
When the pangolin attacked, Lin Qian had already assumed an offensive stance.
As soon as the dark figure approached the striped tiger, it was met with a fierce attack from the tiger's paws.
*Thud!* A splatter of blood erupted, followed by the pangolin's agonizing scream.
"Waaah!"
!
The scream contained a hint of pain, but it was clearly more indifferent than the cries of other creatures, almost devoid of emotion, as if it were merely a subconscious, instinctive reaction.
The tiger's claws gleamed, and the sunlight-like blades reflected on them like flowing light, while the spiritual energy emanating from them exuded a warm aura.
The pangolin's incredibly tough scales were now like strips of cloth, easily torn open by Lin Qian's claws. The highly defensive scales were no match for Lin Qian's claws, which used spiritual power.
Even the most ferocious-looking alien beasts that fail to evolve are still losers; how can they possibly be a match for a spirit beast whose life level suppresses them?
The pangolin's wounded body bled profusely. Lin Qian's palm strike penetrated the pangolin's body at the same time, breaking its ribs and shattering its internal organs.
The burning pain in the wound intensified, and the agony of shattered internal organs overwhelmed his mind.
The pangolin, filled with resentment, stared with its dark eyes, then tilted its head and collapsed into a pool of blood.
He died there.
Lin Qian remained indifferent, showing neither surprise nor joy.
This wasn't the first time he'd encountered such a strange beast, so he remained quite calm. He was a level three spirit beast; if he couldn't even handle a mutated pangolin when using his special abilities, he'd be a dead man.
After the pangolin died, Lin Qian carefully examined the wounds inflicted by his claws. This was the first time he had used the power of Yang Fire, and he was quite curious about the power of this attack.
The dead pangolin was lifeless, but the wounds Lin Qian had inflicted were still slowly burning.
Because Lin Qian's spiritual energy had not yet been fully consumed, the burning injury would only stop once the spiritual energy used in this claw attack was exhausted.
The burning heat brought out a pungent smell of rotting flesh, which was so unpleasant that the little tiger ran away in disgust.
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