The huge black tiger’s eyes ominously glinted upon seeing the transformed flood dragons that were attempting to constrict him. With a low growl, it opened its mouth wide and shot out over ten, head-sized black light orbs in succession.

The transparent azure flood dragon was able to swipe away the first few light orbs, but it wasn’t able to block the rest. With a mournful wail, the flood dragon was shattered, revealing the flying swords.

The flying swords were knocked over forty meters away by the remaining light orbs. The swords’ azure light dimmed as if their spirituality had suffered damage.

When Han Li saw this, he felt slight regret and hastily pointed at them, causing them to streak back into his body for recuperation. Then with a wave of his other hand, he sent out another four azure flying swords, stabbing towards the huge tiger in a blur.

The black ghost shadow grew impatient...