Outside the cave, waves of commotion surged out as if the earth was breaking apart.
The Demonic Beasts in an area of several hundred li were lying still on the ground, shivering and not daring to move.
The mountain gorge had already been destroyed beyond recognition, and was a scene of chaotic mess.
The black tiger and Su Yun Zhong's battle had reached a fever pitch, and both sides were using their strongest abilities.
At this time, Su Yun Zhong's demeanor was no longer calm and graceful; his robes were tattered and torn, and blood continuously flowed out of a large gash on his chest.
His left sleeve was empty, the arm having been bitten off by the black tiger.
"Sky Devil Magic!"
Su Yun Zhong had already stopped thinking about why his disciples hadn't arrived yet. At this time, he could not afford to be distracted. His robes billowed powerfully, and a power of destruction formed behind him.
"Ang! Jackal to the Tiger!"