The White Tiger trembled in pain, but under Ah Dai's overwhelming pressure of fighting spirit, it couldn't move at all. Yellow pus continued to flow out, and its convulsions gradually weakened.
Finally, the pus disappeared under the continued extraction, and fresh blood seeped from the spot where the tiger's tooth had been pulled. Ah Dai was overjoyed in his heart and chanted, "Open, my space." With a casual swipe, a crack appeared in the air under the influence of his spiritual power. Ah Dai took out a stalk of light purple herbs, controlled them with the energy transformed by his fighting spirit, and brought the purple herbs to hover above the wound. As the fighting spirit converged, the herbs oozed drops of purple liquid. Only with the skill of transformative energy could he control the fighting spirit with such precision.