While Liu Ming and his companion were quietly discussing through voice transmission, the Blood Tiger that had been lurking in the void suddenly twitched its nose and raised its head abruptly, its sole intact eye flashing with a hint of puzzlement as it swept towards their direction.
Despite the considerable distance, it seemed that the Demonic Beast had also sensed something.
"Attack,"
Seeing this, Liu Ming immediately whispered sharply to the youth, and with a flick of his sleeve, a pale golden short sword suddenly materialized in his hand.
He ran a finger across the blade, and it immediately emitted a chilling radiance.
At the same time, Han Li, who had long since readied his white short ruler, shook it in the void, and a gust of cold wind arose. Rings of white light appeared out of nowhere in front of him and then vanished without a trace in an instant.