The White Tiger constellation has only one principle—Kill!
The hurricane grew increasingly violent, whipping An Yiqing's long hair into a wild dance in the wind. She stood steadily atop the serpent's head, the Qingying Sword painting graceful arcs—
"Wind from the Tiger's Roar! Break—through—!"
With her fierce shout, the hurricane erupted madly around her. The sturdy barrier shattered under the impact, twenty onmyoji spewed blood and flew backward. Old Jin's figure trembled fiercely, spitting a mouthful of blood; thanks to Fatty Mao Er and others' spiritual power, they barely managed to stabilize the protective barrier they released.
