Li Yifei frowned. He didn't want to give the black tiger time to mutate, nor add trouble for himself, so he lifted his blade, his feet moving in quick steps, and swung the Mohist War Blade toward the black tiger.
At the same time, Yellow Bull let out a miserable scream. Her hammer was knocked flying. Just now, after she saw the tragic state of White Sheep and the black tiger, she couldn't help getting distracted for a moment, and the Saintess seized the chance to knock her warhammer away. At the same time, a combo from the Saintess also sent Yellow Bull flying, and she crashed heavily to the ground with a cry of pain.
In the instant Li Yifei turned his head, he lost a few seconds. When he looked back again, the black tiger had already retreated dozens of meters. He wasn't trying to run; he was using what remained of his clarity to open up some distance so he could wait for the drug to take effect, rather than be directly finished off by Li Yifei.
