The Dark-Scaled Demon Tiger's movements grew slower and heavier.
The light in its dark gold, slit-like pupils steadily dimmed. It no longer dodged or defended. It only attacked, attacking in a sheer, mad frenzy—as if desperate to pour every last ounce of its fading life force into destroying the three humans before it.
Finally.
SLASH!
The ancient Longsword in Gu Changqing's hand abruptly flared with blinding, pale green light as he swung. This single strike condensed his lifetime of comprehension of the Sword Dao. The sword light arced like a rainbow, piercing straight through the tiger's ferocious assault to slash across its throat, spraying a mist of dark red blood.
CRACK!
At almost the exact same moment, Hui Ming's Demon-Slaying Pestle smashed into the demon's skull. Brilliant gold light erupted, carrying the devastating force of a wrathful deity. The impact violently wrenched the tiger's head aside, the sickening crunch of shattering bone echoing clearly through the air.
