Chen Nan used three Eighth Grade Spirit Talismans in succession, each worth thousands of Spirit Stones.
It could be said that this time he had gone all out.
A huge cloud of smoke rose up, and Chen Nan craned his neck to look over: "That should take care of the little kitty, right?"
Chen Nan mumbled uncertainly, after all, the life force of a demon beast is quite resilient, not so easy to kill.
Sure enough, Chen Nan's premonition proved correct. As the smoke cleared, the figure of the Thunder Wing White Tiger appeared in Chen Nan's sight, looking severely injured and quite battered.
Chen Nan could even see the blood-stained white bones through its wounds.
But even with such serious injuries, the Thunder Wing White Tiger not only survived but also triggered its feral nature, its eyes turning crimson as it roared to the sky.
"Roar!"
There was madness in its voice!
