It felt the Formation that was binding it weakening more and more, and when it glanced with the corner of its eye, it saw new Patterns spontaneously appearing on the chain of the Formation, while at the same time, the Formation itself was gradually failing.
The eyes of the Tiger Demon flashed with even greater intensity, but it lowered its head to conceal this, listlessly consuming the meager food.
The plump Cultivator was still pondering.
The more effort he put into thinking, the more bewildered he became, and the more he thought, the more irritated he got.
“Damn it!” the plump Cultivator cursed in anger, then seeing the Tiger Demon who was now head down eating, he became even angrier, slapped its forehead, and scolded:
“I’m fine with serving people, but to serve a beast like you!”
Hitting the Big Tiger was something he did frequently.
After all, the Tiger Demon was bound by the Formation and couldn’t move, so venting on it didn’t really matter.
The plump Cultivator turned around intending to leave, but after walking only a few steps, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.
The ground beneath his feet seemed murky, as if an additional shadow had appeared.
At the same time, behind him emerged a thick and fierce aura.
The plump Cultivator’s eyes gradually widened.
He tilted his head slightly, and with a quick glance backward, he saw the Tiger Demon, which he had just bullied, quietly standing behind him, opening its huge bloodied mouth towards his head.
The plump Cultivator was scared out of his wits.
“What the hell is going on? How did this cursed beast break free from the chains?!”
While terrified, the plump Cultivator desperately spurred on his movement technique, running forward crazily.
The Tiger Demon bit down, but because it had been trapped by the Formation for too long and its limbs had stiffened, it was a beat too slow, allowing the plump Cultivator to escape.
Seeing this, the plump Cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.
Enraged, the Tiger Demon swiftly charged towards the plump Cultivator, striking down with a fierce claw.
But at this moment, the plump Cultivator had already adjusted his breath and was prepared; he managed to narrowly dodge the claw.
As the Tiger Demon continued to rip and bite, the plump Cultivator relied on his movement technique to engage in a tangled fight.
Those who qualify as Sin Cultivators would not have shoddy movement techniques.
After several exchanges, the plump Cultivator began to regain his composure, and his expression was no longer panicked.
He was at the later stage of Qi Refining, and so was the Tiger Demon.
Even if he couldn’t defeat the Tiger Demon, he could definitely protect himself in a short-term skirmish.
Moreover, the Tiger Demon was weakened from hunger and prolonged confinement, so it wasn’t at its peak strength.
With this thought, the plump Cultivator’s mind settled slightly, and then he sneered:
“You cursed beast, just wait and see how I’ll torture you later!”
Even if it escaped the chains, the Tiger Demon could not flee Black Mountain Stronghold; it would fall into his hands sooner or later.
Next time, he wouldn’t be so courteous.
As the Tiger Demon’s fury escalated, its attacks grew more urgent, but the plump Cultivator became increasingly composed.
Hidden in the corner, Mo Hua observed for a while and roughly estimated the plump Cultivator’s strength.
His Cultivation was Qi Refining Ninth Level, nearing the peak, with an exceptionally good movement technique; the Taoist Skill he practiced was a first-grade Martial Arts called Golden Light Fist.
Being a Sin Cultivator accustomed to fighting for survival, he had ample experience.
Overall, his strength was slightly weaker than his father, Mo Shan, but stronger than an average Monster Hunter at the Ninth Level of Qi Refining.
The plump Cultivator wasn’t highly utilized, not because he was not competent but because he was new and not trusted.
In terms of Cultivation, the plump Cultivator was still among the upper-middle ranks of Evil Cultivators.
Mo Hua nodded silently to himself.
If such was the case, then the average strength of Qi Refining Evil Cultivators would be stronger than that of Monster Hunters.
But with Monster Hunters equipped with first-grade armors and Pu Blades, a true confrontation would probably be an even match.
Mo Hua felt slightly reassured.
Since things had come to this point, the plump Cultivator was of no use anymore.
Mo Hua extended her small hand and began to look for an opportunity to use the Water Prison Technique to lock up the plump Cultivator, serving up an extra meal for the Big Tiger.