Chapter 33

Hidden inside the vast tree, with its lush branches and leaves, Zhao Feng could see the gray-robed man, but the man could not see him.

Zhao Feng used his left eye to lock on, calculated the trajectory, and placed three poisonous arrows on the bowstring, slowly drawing it to full tension.

He did not act immediately.

"Once I launch the attack, my aura will be detected by the two ferocious beasts that are comparable to the peak of the fifth level..."

Zhao Feng remained calm, not wanting to face the counterattack of the two silver-striped blood leopards after killing the gray-robed man.

On the other side, the gray-robed man, barely managing to deal with the two ferocious beasts, also devoted part of his strength to guard against Zhao Feng's ambush.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly; this man's strength was indeed that of an elite king among peers, still able to guard against him in such a situation.

Rumble—

At this moment, a slight tremor came from the nearby ground and forest, as if a massive creature was passing through.

Hiss!

The two silver-striped blood leopards, comparable to the peak of the fifth level, trembled in unison, stopping their attacks and shivering.

Roar!

A soul-shattering roar echoed for ten miles, making countless wild beasts and even ferocious beasts cower and tremble.

"What is that thing!"

Zhao Feng felt his blood surge and his eardrums vibrate; just the aura and roar made him stand uneasily, feeling anxious and disoriented.

Not good...

The gray-robed man, seemingly realizing something, turned pale.

Regarding the ancient primeval forest of Hengyuntian, the gray-robed man knew far more than Zhao Feng, a member of a branch family.

"That is..."

Zhao Feng's left eye saw a purple-black saber-toothed tiger with wings on its back, standing seven to eight meters tall and stretching over ten meters long, like a small mountain.

Such a massive saber-toothed tiger, with its purple-black color, was intimidating.

In terms of size, the Greenhead Tiger King was as fragile as an infant in front of it.

The most terrifying thing was that this tiger had a pair of black wings on its back, allowing it to fly for short periods.

Rumble—

Wherever the winged saber-toothed tiger passed, trees collapsed in large numbers, and some trees that required three to four people to encircle were instantly reduced to fragments.

An invisible wave of energy swept over an area of several dozen meters, clearly exceeding human limits.

"Winged saber-toothed tiger... a high-level ferocious beast, with strength comparable to the eighth level of martial arts, approaching the ninth level!"

The gray-robed man was filled with indescribable fear, his legs trembling.

The aura of the high-level ferocious beast pressed down on countless wild beasts and ferocious beasts, making them cower and tremble.

That was a pressure originating from the bloodline of living beings, making one tremble and unable to move from a distance.

Zhao Feng, standing among the branches and leaves of the vast tree, felt his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Under that terrifying aura, he could hardly control his body.

Roar!

A huge roar echoed as the winged saber-toothed tiger pounced near the silver-striped blood leopards and the gray-robed man.

"Save me..."

The gray-robed man struggled for his life, barely regaining some strength to move.

Crack!

The winged saber-toothed tiger opened its massive mouth and fangs, swallowing one of the silver-striped blood leopards alive.

The bloody scene made Zhao Feng, hiding in the shadows, feel a chill.

He, too, was bearing the terrifying aura.

Zhao Feng even had a sense that the winged saber-toothed tiger had detected his presence.

After swallowing one of the silver-striped blood leopards, the winged saber-toothed tiger's blood-purple eyes glanced at the vast tree where Zhao Feng was hiding, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

What!

Zhao Feng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

When ferocious beasts reached the high-level stage, they could no longer be measured by ordinary standards.

Have you ever seen a tiger with wings, and one so massive?

"Run! Run quickly... if you don't run now, you'll have no hope at all."

Zhao Feng's desire to survive grew intensely.

Under the suffocating pressure, Zhao Feng focused all his mind into his left eye.

The ability of the left eye reached its limit in that instant, putting him into an extremely calm state.

Moreover, the left eye emitted a faint warmth, spreading throughout his body.

Zhao Feng felt the pressure on his body lessen.

Run!

His figure turned into a swift shadow, finding a blind spot where the other could not see him, and ran toward the distance.

However, even so, Zhao Feng still felt the pressure of being targeted.

Crack!

Another roar and scream came from behind, and the other silver-striped blood leopard met its end.

In a moment, the winged saber-toothed tiger had killed the two ferocious beasts comparable to the peak of the fifth level.

Nearby, only the gray-robed man remained.

"Run quickly!"

In despair, the gray-robed man ran in another direction.

The winged saber-toothed tiger slowly tore at the food in its mouth, digesting it bit by bit, then "leisurely" pursued the gray-robed man.

Despite the winged saber-toothed tiger only moving at a "slow jog," the gray-robed man was in utter despair, the distance gradually closing.

It should be noted that his advanced light-body martial arts had reached the great accomplishment stage, and his cultivation was close to the sixth level of martial arts. Under dire circumstances, he squeezed out his potential, moving faster than Zhao Feng usually did by half.

On the other side, Zhao Feng's potential also fully erupted under dire circumstances.

His "Piaolingdu" light-body martial arts increased in speed.

Moreover, the blood and qi in his body were greatly squeezed, exceeding his usual limits.

"Cultivation has reached the peak of the fourth level..."

Zhao Feng felt his progress but had no joy.

Because the winged saber-toothed tiger's senses and vision were extremely strong, even running ten miles would not allow him to escape its pursuit.

At this moment, a roar and struggle came from behind.

"Cangyue Slash!"

In his final moments, the gray-robed man launched a desperate attack, his thin-winged curved blade drawing a piercing silver moonlight, and the powerful martial arts internal energy even extended a few feet forward.

The power of that slash instantly reached the peak of advanced martial arts.

Not only that, but the gray-robed man's cultivation truly broke through to the sixth level in that instant.

Pfft—

That desperate slash, capable of killing a sixth-level martial artist, landed heavily on the winged saber-toothed tiger.

Roar!

The winged saber-toothed tiger opened its massive mouth and swallowed the gray-robed man and his weapon together.

As for that powerful "Cangyue Slash," it only left a half-inch deep blood mark on the winged saber-toothed tiger, which was like scratching an itch for such a massive creature.

Seeing the gray-robed man killed, Zhao Feng felt an even greater sense of danger, as if enveloped by the shadow of death...

The next target of the winged saber-toothed tiger was him!

Fortunately, the winged saber-toothed tiger was still some distance away and was only "leisurely" pursuing him.

The winged saber-toothed tiger had eaten several wild beasts and ferocious beasts along the way, and its stomach seemed full, making it hard to run fast.

Zhao Feng originally thought that the winged saber-toothed tiger would give up the chase after eating.

But the winged saber-toothed tiger, with a playful look in its eyes, was still locked onto him.

"You beast!"

Zhao Feng cursed while activating his left eye to find a favorable escape route.

Suddenly.

On the left side ahead, a stream appeared, with a canyon on the opposite side.

Zhao Feng's left eye, piercing through ten miles, discovered a cave in the canyon, deep and spacious enough for him to hide, but too small for the winged saber-toothed tiger to enter.

Zhao Feng quickly made up his mind, leaping out of the forest and heading toward the stream.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Zhao Feng lightly stepped on the water with his feet, quickly crossing the stream.

With his current cultivation, using the "Piaolingdu" light-body technique to walk on water was not difficult.

Whoosh!

The winged saber-toothed tiger suddenly flapped its wings, flying into the air and chasing after Zhao Feng.

"Run quickly!"

Zhao Feng was terrified, pushing his speed to the limit, heading straight for the cave in the canyon.

The winged saber-toothed tiger, not a bird, had limited flying ability and, being full, moved slowly.

Even so, it still pursued Zhao Feng relentlessly.

The cave in his field of vision gradually approached.

Ten miles... nine miles... eight miles...

The distance gradually closed.

Just as the cave was only one or two miles away, Zhao Feng suddenly felt a cold aura.

Whoosh!

A sinister and bloody aura emerged from the canyon.

Hiss~

The eerie and soul-shattering sound made Zhao Feng's heart tremble.

Even the winged saber-toothed tiger, in flight, paused, seemingly wary.

Whoosh Rumble—

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from the valley.

A blood-red python, as thick as a water vat and over ten meters long, emerged from the cave, terrifying and shocking.

The aura of the blood-red python was no less than that of the winged saber-toothed tiger.

"Ah..."

Zhao Feng's body stiffened, as if turned to stone.

With the python in front and the winged tiger behind, he was in a dire situation.

However, what slightly comforted him was that the blood-red python, upon appearing, was immediately attracted to the winged saber-toothed tiger.

The two massive ferocious beasts faced each other, standing at a distance.

The winged saber-toothed tiger, in the air, let out a roar, as if challenging.

The blood-red python did not yield, as this was its territory, and it would not allow any intrusion.

As for Zhao Feng, the "little one," he was completely ignored.

After a long standoff, the winged saber-toothed tiger finally grew impatient, roaring and pouncing on the blood-red python.

Whoosh—

The blood-red python leaped up, facing the winged saber-toothed tiger head-on.