The trees in the forest were gently swaying from the tremor.
Its roar was similar to a tiger's, exuding the aura of the King of a Hundred Beasts.
This fellow, although honest, had been crammed in the forest for too long.
There was no choice, as these Scorpion-tailed Tigers could not coexist peacefully with the Griffin Beasts.
It's a natural predator relationship rooted in race.
It's difficult to eliminate this through acquired methods.
Therefore, the only way is to rotate their movements.
Zong Shen proactively stepped forward to stroke the head of the Flying Tiger and agilely climbed onto its back.
Compared to the Eagle, the Flying Tiger's fur was much softer.
The Eagle had hard scale hides.
Especially the long feathers around its neck, which were practically like metal.
These scale hides endowed it with robust defense capability.
But in terms of riding comfort, it was somewhat lacking.
Which is inevitable.
