CH39 Bladefanged Doom
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When a Magic Beast reached a high enough level, it always developed humanlike intelligence.
A beast that had achieved such a state could never be underestimated.
The Bladefanged SkyTiger had yet to reach full sapience—its thoughts were still feral, its instincts dominant—but it was already displaying troubling hints of developing intelligence. That alone was enough to send shivers down Alex's spine.
Even without this burgeoning awareness, the SkyTiger was already monstrously dangerous.
Those terrifying crimson-red wings weren't just for show. They literally gave wings to a tiger—a flying mountain of muscle, fur, and murder.
Can you imagine a tiger the size of a small mountain… with wings?
Alex had no thoughts of confrontation. Only one instinct took over:
'Run.
'Run fast...
'If I don't run now, there won't be another chance.'
Featherflight! Body Strengthening Magic! Haste! Fleetfoot!
