Sunset Tribe
When the remaining few demonic beasts realized what was happening, shocked and terrified, they instantly abandoned their siege on the three outsiders and clustered together in a panic.
At that very moment, from just ten or so zhang away, the piercing sound of air being torn apart rang out once more!
A figure emerged—it was Liu Ming.
Whether out of distress or fear, the demonic beasts instinctively swung their claws toward the figure above. Sharp claw lights, several zhang long, crisscrossed into an intricate net of overlapping claw marks.
Liu Ming, however, remained expressionless. With a wave of his long sleeve, a surge of black mist, as dark as ink, instantly billowed out from his body. Within the mist, vivid tiger and dragon phantoms manifested one after another, only to immediately explode into a burst of black light, enveloping the remaining demonic beasts and their web of claw marks entirely.
