Sang Zhi's face was grim. With a sting in his nose, he headed for a large tree in the distance.
Ye Qianning's small hands clenched tightly. A rustling sound rapidly drew closer. Birds took flight and animals howled, scattering in a panicked frenzy from its path.
For a moment, she couldn't be sure what kind of animal possessed such an intimidating presence.
The thick, metallic scent of blood was almost identical to the smell she had caught on her way up the mountain.
'It's here—'
Ye Qianning raised her large blade and swung it horizontally through the air above.
"ROAR—"
Following the roar, a massive, striped tiger leaped into the air. It descended from above, its gaping, bloody maw aimed straight for Ye Qianning.
Horror filled Ye Qianning's eyes. 'Such a massive body!' The instant she swung her blade, the tiger was already upon her.
The blade missed the tiger's body as its jaws snapped toward her head.
"Ye Qianning!" Sang Zhi cried out in alarm.
