This mountain-like Tiger Demon had a beast's head atop a human's body. Its muscles were gnarled like the tangled roots of an old tree, and a broken Bronze chain was wrapped around its rotting tail.
The Corpse-Rot Tiger Demon's spine arched like an inverted moon as it burst from the earth. A few tattered pieces of Armor hung from its protruding vertebrae.
As its gnarled foreclaws tore through the rock, chunks of dark-red, rotting flesh sloughed off, revealing the green-tinged sinew and the Bronze chains wrapped around it.
The broken end of the chain whipped wildly through the air, striking showers of sparks from the cliff face as if it were a blade.
"Retreat!"
The Lamp Master, his face a mask of shock, let out a thunderous roar as he brought his Yanling Saber up before him.
He caught the distinct, foul stench of Blood Qi surging from the Tiger Demon's throat. In an instant, his head grew dizzy. It was a lethal miasma, a toxic mix of rotting flesh and beast blood.
