Not far away, the terrifying Winged Demon Tiger, poised to pounce, had turned into a piece of charred black coal, its corpse incomplete.
Chen Xiaojia still held the torn Spell Scroll in her hands, now split in two and rendered useless.
She turned it over and over in disbelief. Could such a seemingly inconsequential scroll actually... have blown the desperate Demon Tiger to death?
At that moment, a vast amount of soul power began to emit from the body of the Winged Demon Tiger.
Like a river, it flowed into her body.
For a moment, Chen Xiaojia's eyes widened. She could distinctly feel the immense soul power accumulating inside her, nearly bursting her seams, and as she refined it slightly, that power spread throughout her body, nourishing it.
Her soul was leaping for joy.
Simply refining this immense soul power would be more than sufficient for her to advance to Second-tier Awakener.
The other trainees who had survived the ordeal now looked at Chen Xiaojia differently.