The rope wrapped around the white tiger, along with a faint red spiritual energy emanating from it.
The glow was weak, yet it seemed to contain an extremely intense heat that, when touching the white tiger's body, caused its soft fur to emit a sizzling sound.
Roar!
A painful roar came from the white tiger's mouth, its eyes reddened, staring firmly at the old ghost surnamed Li, with an indelible hatred in its copper bell-like pupils.
"Humph," the old ghost Li sneered and said, "When the time comes to butcher you and take your spiritual essence, let's see how you glare at me then!"
As his voice fell, his figure suddenly moved, swiftly approaching the white tiger, and in an instant, a red glow raged behind him, appearing as a residual light!
Aware of the approaching danger, the white tiger's massive figure swung left and right in the air, desperately trying to break free from the binding rope.
Its figure began to change, its immense form gradually shrinking.
