"Roar!!!"
Swish—
Meng Chuan frowned slightly, hurriedly sealing his eardrums. His left arm, which was gripping the tiger's tail, tightened, muscles and tendons trembling, holding the tail firmly, and yanked it downward.
The tiger demon crouched low, losing balance under the immense force, its massive jaws snapping at the air, the sound of the air exploding echoing through the skies.
The next second, Meng Chuan's other hand climbed onto the tiger's tail. Both palms intertwined like a weaving net, merging with the rising dragon force, the surging Qi Blood inside him roaring mightily. His muscles contracted for a moment to gather strength. When he expanded again, he lifted the tiger's tail upwards, twisted his waist, and spun the giant tiger in a 360-degree arc.
