Li Chen's True Yuan flowed like the raging Yellow River, pouring into his right hand.
Immediately, he clenched his fist fiercely, his knuckles cracking loudly, surrounded by thick streaks of lightning.
This Saber-Toothed Tiger was a fourth-level middle stage Demon Beast, already endowed with spiritual wisdom. Seeing Li Chen's punch, it grew unusually ferocious; its muscles tightened instantly, legs slightly bent, and its head started to draw back.
This wasn't out of fear, but a preparation for an onslaught, like the sprint before a charge!
Under the dappled sunlight, its sharply unmatched sword teeth glistened chillingly like the scythe of the Death God.
The Saber-Toothed Tiger's hind paws scratched the ground thrice in quick succession, letting out a furious roar, and then "zila"—it tore through the void in an instant, rushing towards Li Chen with the booming whistle of a missile.
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