The Black Tiger had not anticipated such a situation. It assumed it could swallow the Treasure Gourd in one gulp but didn't expect such a twist.
Soon, the Ghost Nurturing Gourd transformed again, spewing several streams of black smoke from its mouth. The smoke, heavy with a sulfurous scent, seemed like it was emanating from hell, forming a black Qingyun cloud that enveloped the Black Tiger's head, pulling it towards the gourd.
Evidently, the Ghost Nurturing Gourd was counterattacking; since you want to devour me, I shall eradicate you first.
The Black Tiger certainly wouldn't passively await its doom. It was an amalgamation formed from countless malicious thoughts accumulated in the Yin Spring. Its time was short and hadn't truly birthed a soul, merely possessing some awareness.
Desperately shaking its body, the Black Tiger made the heavy chains binding its body clatter loudly. Undoubtedly, it instinctively sensed danger and wanted to escape from this perilous situation.
