After the dust settled, both Mira and the Shadowfang had taken a few steps back and stood there with incredulous looks on their faces. However, the latter was absolutely flabbergasted.
'What the hell?! How is her physical body so strong?!' The Shadowfang inwardly exclaimed, his leg still trembling from the clash. 'That's no damn fox! That's a fucking Dragon! Where'd this monster crawl out from?!'
The beast imagined a scene where Mira had the same cultivation as it and shuddered. He realized that he would've been nothing more than meatpaste if that was the case.
'...I have to kill her.' He concluded as killing intent leaked out of his eyes. 'If she grows up, she'll be unparalleled. There won't be anyone on this continent, nay, the world, that could stop her.'
On the other side, Mira's lips curled up. She waved her hand, encasing the other 12 beasts in ice before they could blink, and put away her scythe.
