279 Old Acquaintance_1
The battle inside the room continued.
The fat cultivator had not thought of leaving, nor had he considered calling for help.
Having been starved for quite some time and drained of much blood, the Tiger Demon’s strength was greatly diminished, and he had intended to subdue it first through his own cultivation.
The fat cultivator, a newcomer, would inevitably be held accountable and subjected to a round of scolding if it became known that he had been negligent, allowing the Tiger Demon to break free from the chains.
Therefore, to subdue the Tiger Demon without alarming others was the best solution.
But as the fight dragged on, the fat cultivator realized that to continue would be folly—not to mention subduing the Tiger Demon, avoiding being devoured would be a feat in its own right.
The Tiger Demon was much stronger than he had anticipated.
Doubt arose in the fat cultivator’s mind.
Having starved for so long, how could the Tiger Demon’s blood qi still be so potent?
After a few more rounds, not only did the Tiger Demon show no signs of fatigue but seemed even more ferocious. The fat cultivator suddenly had an epiphany:
“Not right!”
“Someone has fed the Tiger Demon!”
The fat cultivator’s heart trembled with fear. Who could have secretly fed the Tiger Demon right under his nose?
After a moment’s thought, a chill ran down his spine.
He remembered the pastries that had gone missing from the kitchen and the vanishing dried meat.
Someone had stolen the pastries, fed the Tiger Demon, and even undone the chains.
And he couldn’t see this person!
Was it a sophisticated Concealment Technique?
The fat cultivator glanced at the Spirit Chains used for binding monsters, his heart pounding wildly.
He had looked at the chains when he entered the room, and they had been intact. In just a short amount of time, someone had unlocked them.
And he hadn’t noticed a thing.
This proved that the cultivator he couldn’t see must be extremely skilled, with unfathomable divine sense and inscrutable methods.
And right now, this terrifying cultivator was in the room!
Perhaps even watching his struggle with the Tiger Demon with a mocking expression.
Cold sweat poured down the fat cultivator’s face.
He had to run!
If he didn’t run, he was a dead man!
Making a snap decision, the fat cultivator dodged the Tiger Demon’s swipe and retreated, sprinting towards the doorway.
But it was already too late.
The corner’s Mo Hua had already extended its sinister little hand and gave a gentle squeeze towards him.
Spiritual Power instantly converged into several chains, layering shackles upon him and binding him completely on the spot!
In a flash, the fat cultivator felt as though he had plunged into an ice cellar, his face turning deathly pale.
What spell was this?!
What in the hell was this spell?!
Before he could think further, the Tiger Demon pounced, biting into his shoulder.
The fat cultivator struggled desperately, still trying to reach the door.
But a second Water Prison Technique locked him in place again, leaving him utterly immobilized.
The Tiger Demon bit again, this time penetrating his neck.
The fat cultivator knew his death was certain.
Lurking enemies in the shadows, a fierce tiger in the open—right then, he had fallen into the jaws of death.
In his life, he was always the one outwitting others; this was the first time someone had outwitted him.
And with this one act of deception, his life was over.
With difficulty, he turned his neck to look towards the corner of the room, wanting to know who had tricked him.
But the corner was empty, not a soul in sight.
He knew the person was there, yet he couldn’t see them.
Out came a mouthful of fresh blood as the fat cultivator died with his eyes wide open.
Until his last breath, he didn’t know who had bested him, not knowing what his murderer even looked like.
The Tiger Demon killed the fat cultivator, bit him a few more times to make sure he was thoroughly dead, then tossed him aside, seemingly with a sense of disdain.
The Tiger Demon did not eat the fat cultivator’s flesh, nor did it swallow his blood, spitting out what it had in its mouth.