The demonic beast had reverted to its original form, which was a black and white striped mountain tiger.
It was also severely injured, panting heavily.
Yingbao took out some spiritual medicine and stuffed it into its mouth, "Xiaohua, we haven't taken our revenge yet, you simply can't die."
The black and white striped tiger looked at her and slowly chewed the spiritual medicine.
Yingbao checked the medicinal ingredients in her divine mansion and found only a few mid-level ones left, the others were still immature.
In recent days, she had given most of the spiritual medicine to the demonic beasts to help them recover their spiritual power, in preparation for this escape. Fortunately, most of them managed to escape.
Thinking of the demonic beasts that died within the city, Yingbao felt a certain sadness.
Among them, one had given its demon core, but it ultimately did not make it out.