The aura of death instantly enveloped Small Success.
The bite force of the Fang-Edged Blood Tiger was astonishing, coupled with its full mouth of razor-sharp teeth. If this bite landed, Small Success was definitely a goner.
Small Success's eyes frantically darted around, searching for Qian Jin's figure, but Qian Jin had already used his Shadow Concealment Skill to hide, disappearing without a trace.
In his heart, Small Success "warmly" greeted Qian Jin's ancestors across eighteen generations.
At the brink of life and death, resolve filled Small Success's gaze. The Boiling Blood Pill tucked under his jaw was instantly crushed and swallowed.
A surge of fiery medicinal power erupted, and Small Success's aura instantly surged to the next level.
"You beast! If you want a taste of me, let's see if your teeth can handle it!"
