The world shifted once again. Ash and stone as far as the eye could see spread out before him. A crimson sky like blood smearing the heavens appeared above his head. He looked down. The ash came up to his knees.
A strange scent filled the air, that of burnt flesh and rot. The stench made him wrinkle his nose. He had neither the time to disdain the smell nor the sight, for something massive loomed over him.
“This… looks dangerous.”
The thing standing above him was a massive humanoid tiger. It must have been at least ten chih tall, for Wu Jian did not even reach its waist. Broad shoulders and thick arms foretold of its strength. Those arms were as big as his torso!
Unlike the humanoid tigers he fought previously, this one was decked in golden armor and carried a sword that was even bigger than the one in Wu Jian’s hand. A single swing from that thing could split the heavens and earth. Wu Jian felt a shiver crawl down his spine.