The little fox's swollen belly and the tiger skin on the scene all pointed to the Cyan Fox as the cause. Wang Xuan had been gone for only a few minutes, making it impossible for anyone to steal the tiger's corpse and leave just the skin.
Obviously, the little fox ate the tiger's body, leaving only a complete tiger skin.
The round little fox was as fat as a ball, with seven to eight hundred pounds of tiger meat and tiger blood in its belly. Wang Xuan couldn't imagine how such a small body could consume so much in just a few minutes.
After a brief thought, Wang Xuan realized that this fox was not an ordinary beast but likely a demon beast, more powerful than a fierce beast!
Looking at the little fox's injuries, Wang Xuan considered for a moment, then drew a long knife with a clang, grabbed the back of the fox's neck with one hand, and placed the knife across its neck.
How dangerous it is to be cute; if there's a danger, it needs to be killed.
