"ROAR!"
The Cyan-striped Tiger sensed something instantly. With a flick of its head, it flung the lifeless Wolf Demon corpse from its jaws into the waterfall. The body, now a black shadow, crashed into the cave hidden behind the cascade.
Unburdened, the tiger turned its head in mid-air and let out a furious roar, whipping up a violent gale that blew one of the incoming silver lights off course.
"WHOOSH!"
Its momentum carried it straight into the waterfall.
At the same time, its tail, like a steel whip, lashed out through the air, creating several afterimages.
It swatted the other two silver lights away. THWACK! THWACK! They were sent flying backward, embedding themselves in the mountain wall, unable to move.
Just as the Cyan-striped Tiger's momentum faded, its body poised between rising and falling, Lin Changheng's attack followed without the slightest pause!
"SHIIING—!"
A clear sword cry drowned out the roar of the waterfall as a cyan-gold Sword Light shot from his sleeve!
