The primordial spirit of the single-eyed tiger was forcibly bound in midair by an invisible force. No matter how desperately it struggled, it couldn't break free even a bit.
However, just as Gu Chen was about to capture the single-eyed tiger,
An anomaly suddenly emerged.
From afar, ripples stirred across the void, creating undulating waves visible to the naked eye.
The still air turned violent,
A foul wind erupted.
Gray mist morphed into a torrential black tide, overturning the scene in an instant.
The next moment,
A sharp claw covered in white fur extended from the ghostly gray mist, reaching fiercely towards Gu Chen's position.
Accompanied by this was a deafening roar, spoken in a language Gu Chen had never heard before—ancient, mysterious, depraved, and dark.
Though it was just a language, it made the scalp tingle, as if all the malevolence in the world was contained within it.
The roar sounded impossibly furious.
