The Demon Tide surged over mountains like a tsunami, finally halting at the mid-waist of a snow-covered mountain.
At the forefront of the tide.
The enormous white tiger crouched low, speaking in a hushed voice, human words escaping its mouth:
"This place... should be safe now..."
As it spoke, it looked back.
Beyond the snow mountain, a fierce wind raged, faintly carrying a bloody aura.
The great tiger stood upright, rolling demon energy spreading.
He reverted to his human form, his expression stern, overlooking the mountains, the long and short blades at his waist strikingly evident... He was none other than the Snow Tiger Venerable of Howling Wind Valley!
"Those bastards, they wouldn't still be behind us, would they?"
A voice full of gritted teeth sounded.
Beside the Snow Tiger, the Spirit Cat also appeared in human form, her long hair flowing, her entire being looking utterly weak.
