As this sound came up, the sense of crisis in White Mitchell's heart began to fade away.
Clearly, it was the Crimson Tiger that used its own strength to burn up all the gas in the mouth of the Snake-shaped Beast.
After the crisis was resolved, White Mitchell shifted his gaze back to the battleground of the Spiritual Beasts.
By now, the competition between the two beasts had hit a fevered pitch.
A few frightening claw marks had appeared on the Snake-shaped Beast, undoubtedly left by the Crimson Tiger.
On the Crimson Tiger too, some ferocious bloody holes had appeared. It seemed that it had been bitten by the Snake-shaped Beast.
This was not good news for the Crimson Tiger.
After all, the fangs of the Snake-shaped Beast were obviously significantly venomous.
Although the Crimson Tiger could still put up a fight relying on its impressive strength, it was clear it would soon find itself at a disadvantage if this continued for long.