With a blur of motion, Lin Hao advanced again, his target this time the blood leopard.
The blood leopard moved almost the exact instant he did.
A Devil Beast's Spiritual Sense was in no way inferior to a Martial Artist's—in fact, it was often stronger. This blood leopard might have been miniature, but its combat prowess was absolutely astonishing, and it possessed a superb battle instinct.
Its small size made the blood leopard's speed all the more ferocious. Its claws tore through the air, swiping at Lin Hao.
Having just witnessed the power of the blood leopard's claw, Lin Hao naturally wouldn't take it head-on.
In truth, the blood leopard had never been his target.
Lin Hao's body came to an uncanny halt in mid-air before he lunged toward Yunxi.
The lunge was as fast as a striking thunderbolt, bringing him right in front of Yunxi in an instant.
Yunxi retreated a step, her eyes still betraying no hint of emotion.
But Lin Hao's expression changed drastically once more.
