With a flick of the tiger's paw, countless Yin Souls swiftly coalesced in the air, forming a dark ghostly face. The face opened its bloodthirsty maw, poised to swallow Man Wu's soul completely.
"Hmph, this?"
Facing the incoming attack, Man Wu snorted dismissively, showing no fear. Firmly planting his feet, he unleashed a punch at the ghostly face, whipping up howls in the air.
The surrounding barbarians, witnessing the power behind Man Wu's punch, cheered, confident that it could pulverize the tiger.
"Go!"
Muttering words, the tiger watched Man Wu's recklessness with a mocking grin.
The ghostly face grew more solid amidst gusts of chilly wind, clamping down on Man Wu's fist and starting to corrode his blood.
"How is this possible!"
Feeling the chilling presence on his arm, Man Wu's expression changed dramatically. His blood was gradually solidifying, and the cold force was invading his soul.
