Even under the weight of a mountain, the fierce tiger remains full of momentum.
Upon sensing it, the force is astonishingly great.
Meng Chuan dared not take it head-on, hurriedly grabbing the dead tiger's skin, rolling his body to the side.
Bang!
The tiger tail missed, the gust shaking the air into waves, brushing past Meng Chuan's waist, causing the skin and flesh to ripple in layers.
"Roar!"
The tiger's roar mixed with the wind, spreading far and wide.
The air around Meng Chuan was filled with a bloody stench; the next second, the giant tiger, wrapped in flowing light, bit down from above.
"Whoosh—"
As Meng Chuan steadied himself, he took a deep breath like a whale swallowing water, as if the vitality of half a forest was converging within him. His arms wound like a dragon, with green light rippling like water. Man and tiger each stirred up a storm and clashed together.
Flying sand and rolling stones, the sky and earth darkened.
