Chapter Fifty-Four: The Fall of White Tiger City
Chapter Fifty-Four: The Fall of the White Tiger City
The City of the White Tiger.
An endless, boundless murderous aura, as thick as mist or cloud, blanketed the entire city, striving to drag the White Tiger City into an abyss of slaughter from which there could be no return.
Above, crimson clouds of malice; in the air, scarlet mists; below, rivers of blood stretching for miles.
Everywhere, atop and below the city walls, lay the corpses of tigers and beasts, eyes wide open in death, their spirits unappeased.
Some of the tiger carcasses and beastly remains still bore blood-red eyes, their faces frozen in vicious snarls, locked in mortal combat even in death.
Countless savage, bloodthirsty beasts, intoxicated by the scent of blood in the air, felt their feral blood surge ever more frenziedly. Their bloodshot eyes, as pure and red as fresh blood, trampled the corpses of their own kind as they madly charged towards the weakest points of the city's defenses.
Though the city was shielded by powerful protective barriers, most of the White Tiger Army’s strength had been drawn away to bolster the three-eyed, twin-winged Golden Tiger— the soul of the army soaring in the sky—leaving the city itself desperately undermanned.
Under the relentless, fearless onslaught of the beast horde, a section of the White Tiger City’s wall finally gave way!
The White Tiger Army was forced into brutal, face-to-face slaughter with the beast horde, a frenzied melee with no end in sight.
The clash between the beast horde and the White Tiger Army had reached its boiling point!
A furious roar—
The beast horde howled madly, as though to shatter the very heavens, unleashing the savagery and bloodlust roiling within their hearts.
“Kill!”
Five million soldiers of the White Tiger Army roared in defiance, unyielding, their voices deep and resolute. Their shout swept away all fear, as they resolved to fight to the death.
The blood-colored tide of the beast horde and the white surge of the White Tiger Army drew ever closer, until at last they collided with a thunderous crash.
In that instant, gold and crimson were all that existed beneath the heavens—an endless clash of golden and bloody light.
In a single moment, a million beasts and a hundred thousand White Tiger soldiers were slain by the surging shockwaves, their souls shattered and dispersed!
The beast horde, frenzied and chaotic, surged forward like a tide, trying to drown everything in its path. The White Tiger Army, calm and disciplined, formed ranks unyielding as stone, unmoved by the raging waves crashing against them.
Below, the two armies were locked in a savage war of attrition, a desperate struggle for survival.
Above, the six-winged, six-eyed Blood God and the three-eyed, twin-winged Golden Tiger were likewise embroiled in a bitter, unending battle.
Fighting with the most primal and powerful of methods, the Blood God and the Golden Tiger were locked in brutal combat.
After hundreds of rounds, the Blood God suddenly seized an opening, grabbing the Golden Tiger in an unbreakable grip.
From the six crimson eyes atop its head, six rays of blood-red light shot forth, aiming to strike down the trapped Golden Tiger.
In response to this treacherous assault, the Golden Tiger snapped open its third eye, unleashing an unparalleled beam of golden light.
Bang!
Blood-red and golden light collided at point-blank range, releasing an explosion beyond compare.
A shockwave swept out, tearing the Blood God and the Golden Tiger apart, flinging them away from each other. Both halted, wary and exhausted, each watching the other closely, not daring to let down their guard.
Below, the soldiers of both armies could clearly see the once-brilliant auras of the Blood God and the Golden Tiger had dimmed, clearly consumed by the intensity of the battle.
...
“Dispatch the Xiongtian Army!”
A dark figure in black armor, surveying the battlefield, suddenly issued a command to his subordinate.
“At once!”
...
Tiger Mountain swung his Tiger Soul Blade, cleaving a savage beast before him in two, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The toll was immense!
As an ordinary tiger general, Tiger Mountain had led his troops at the very front, but the speed at which he could absorb spiritual energy simply couldn’t keep up with his expenditure.
After so much fighting, more than ninety thousand of his one hundred thousand Yellow Tiger soldiers had fallen, the survivors barely able to stand.
Yet even now, among Tiger Mountain’s ten thousand remaining soldiers, none retreated—only death awaited them.
Hastily, Tiger Mountain pulled out a high-grade divine stone, desperate to absorb its energy.
Just as he prepared to face the next beast, Tiger Mountain was startled to see the beast horde before him suddenly begin to recede, like the ebbing of a tide.
Yet no joy filled his heart—rather, he felt a chilling sense of impending doom closing in.
The retreating beasts slowly parted, forming two neat columns and opening a path ten thousand miles wide.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
A strange, thunderous marching sound rose—heavy as muffled thunder, solemn and forbidding, as if a mighty host was advancing. Tiger Mountain’s heart involuntarily beat in rhythm with the steps.
He had felt this only once before, when facing the White Tiger Army's most elite soldiers.
“Can it be—this army rivals the White Tiger Army?”
Tiger Mountain’s eyes widened, straining to see what kind of force could compare to them.
Endless ranks of black-armored cavalry, wielding chillingly cold black spears, formed a tight, orderly phalanx. They rode atop an unending tide of Xiong Tian Beasts, appearing on the horizon row after row, each step matching the grim cadence.
The Xiong Tian Beasts—generals among beasts, capable of growing into kings or even lords.
“Half a million!”
A sweep with his spiritual sense, and Tiger Mountain’s heart filled with bitter despair.
The White Tiger Army, the pride of the tiger clan, numbered only a hundred thousand at its peak. Yet before him, the Black Cavalry Beast Legion, every bit as elite, outnumbered them five to one.
“Is this the end?”
The thought flashed through Tiger Mountain’s mind—a thought he dared not believe, and one that would be his last.
In the next instant, half a million Xiongtian soldiers unleashed the most overwhelming, ferocious, unstoppable assault since the battle began!
A single roar, brimming with boundless murderous intent, shook the entire battlefield.
A roar to signal the slaughter.
Half a million black-armored cavalry thundered forward, spears leveled, charging straight at the White Tiger Army.
Half a million general-class Xiongtian Beasts surged forward with the force of crashing mountains, tearing through the air.
The very fabric of space trembled, layers of ripples spreading as though unable to withstand the trampling of so many monstrous beasts.
A torrent of black mist erupted from the half-million Xiongtian soldiers, coalescing into a colossal Xiongtian Beast, nine thousand zhang tall, enveloping and protecting the entire legion.
In that moment, the half-million unstoppable soldiers became a single, monstrous nine-thousand-zhang beast—terrifying beyond measure, equal to a god-lord.
How could the White Tiger Army withstand such terror?
The monstrous beast, nine thousand zhang high, tore into the White Tiger Army like a tiger among sheep, slaughtering madly, rampaging without resistance—a peerless, dreadful force.
In a quarter of an hour, the White Tiger Army’s defenses utterly collapsed.
Fifty million savage beasts, eyes blazing red, poured through the corridor carved by the nine-thousand-zhang Xiongtian Beast, flooding into the once-sacred, snow-white White Tiger City.
The City of the White Tiger—had fallen.