This is the sharp energy of metal!
The power of slaughter!
Li Yunjing was startled, then calmed down immediately and first stepped into the secret realm of the "White Tiger Hall".
At the entrance of the secret realm, mist lingered, and a massive phantom of a white tiger could be vaguely seen, looming in and out of the clouds, with eyes that seemed to penetrate the human heart.
"This secret realm is the core inheritance place of our 'White Tiger Hall' passed down through generations, containing many secrets and opportunities."
Mo Xuan introduced solemnly, his voice echoing in the vast secret realm, adding a touch of mystery.
As they walked along the winding stone steps, the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.
The mountain walls on both sides were covered with strange patterns that, nourished by spiritual power, emitted a faint glow, resembling a flowing painting.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a low tiger roar came, making the ground tremble slightly.
