The Shelter’s New Master

The white tiger with six ears and Metal Demon looked ill. They preferred to share the shelter with a weak human than accept the cruel rulership of a spirit.

While they were confident in tackling the one that had first confronted them, they had not expected him to have backup on the way. Their presence there now scared them.

What's more, the reinforcements had entered the hall through its only exit. They had to fight, no matter what. Even if they sought to flee, they'd have to battle their way out.

"I'll spare your lives if you subject yourselves to my will and accept me as your new master. And as for you..." The spirit turned his head to address Han Sen now, and he said, "Well, I can't grant you the same generosity. Humans must die."

"You're getting ahead of yourself, don't you think? You're already talking as if you own us." Han Sen smirked.