C463 Miscalculation

"What is that?" Qing Xuanzi stared intently at the creature before him, his face etched with a mix of confusion and caution as the being's aura continued to climb.

Bone spikes spiraled around the creature's body, forming a bone blade reminiscent of a razor-sharp Tang sword. With every swing, the sound of cracking joints filled the air.

A shrill noise emanated from between its nails as swift