Leaving the Sect to Pursue the Enemy

The tiger demon did not roar or attack. It just stared fixedly at Zhang Chen.

As the saying goes, a biting dog doesn't bark, and a tiger doesn't roar when it hunts.

Zhang Chen infused his mana into the formation plate, and one by one, the blood chains bound the tiger demon tightly, not even letting it open its mouth.

But as Zhang Chen entered the stone chamber, dozens of ghosts crawled out of the tiger demon's body and pounced towards Zhang Chen.

These were the vengeful spirits of people eaten by the tiger demon.

Among them, three of the vengeful spirits emitted a qi cultivation strength of the seventh level.

Zhang Chen's eyes turned cold, and he slashed out with his sword.

"Ah~"

As blood light flashed, all the vengeful spirits let out a mournful scream, and their souls scattered.