Wen Qingye gritted his teeth, swiftly spun around in mid-air, and rushed toward the Dark Slaughter Tiger.
The Dark Slaughter Tiger sensed the fierce wind behind it. Black streams of air swirled beneath its paws. It then threw its head back, and its iron tail lashed out like a whip, cutting through the air like a streak of black light.
Wen Qingye moved, taking a step forward in mid-air. He seized the perfect opportunity, just before the Dark Slaughter Tiger's iron tail could reach him.
"What is Wen Qingye doing? Even if he gets close to the Dark Slaughter Tiger puppet, he can't possibly harm its body."
"I feel like Wen Qingye's cultivation is still too low. It's going to be difficult for him to pass this fourteenth floor."
"Sigh, what a shame. This Dark Slaughter Tiger puppet is just too powerful, especially its physical defenses."
Outside the Heaven-Reaching Martial Pavilion, the crowd clicked their tongues in amazement, marveling at the Dark Slaughter Tiger's power.
