Chapter Fifty-Five: The Ruthless Lord of Western Desolation

Once pristine as snow and radiating boundless sacred golden light, the City of the White Tiger was now shrouded in an endless, blood-red aura of slaughter. The corpses of tigers, their divine remains, lay everywhere, piled in mountains; the ceaseless blood flowed into countless streams, once forming magnificent palaces of jade and crystal, now reduced to burning ruins amidst raging flames. The City of the White Tiger had become a hellish forge of carnage.

Fifty million ferocious beasts, their eyes bloodshot, surged into the city, rampaging in a frenzy, slaughtering at will, reveling in the massacre. The city echoed with roars and was blanketed in cries of despair.

Among the chaos, one place blazed with a sky-piercing blood light, the brutality of battle far surpassing any other: the central teleportation zone of the City of the White Tiger.

Upon hearing that the city was besieged by the army of ferocious beasts, the billions of inhabitants began to gather their belongings, preparing to flee. Surrounded on all sides by the beast army, the only way for the residents to escape quickly and safely was through the teleportation array in the central zone.

Yet, the array was not open to all—it required a strict order. The strong departed first; the powerful and wealthy followed; those of influence went ahead. The weak, with neither power nor wealth, could only line up obediently, awaiting their turn.

To maintain order, the Tiger Clan had dispatched an army of one hundred thousand to guard the teleportation array. Faced with the overwhelming might of the Tiger Clan’s forces, the weak, though resentful, could only endure patiently.

Pan Yu, a demigod among the weak, was one of those quietly queuing, a lesser demigod. In the boundless wilderness, where countless beings and mighty figures roamed, a Divine Lord was a pinnacle of power, able to decide the fate of races and the outcome of wars. A Divine King was a high-level powerhouse, supporting a race’s rise or fall, and influencing small-scale conflicts. A Main God was a mid-tier strength, the backbone of the race. A True God was a lower tier, forming the foundation. A demigod was bottom-tier, little more than cannon fodder.

As the billions queued, preparing to leave, the City of the White Tiger lasted only a single day before the beast army breached its defenses with such speed that its inhabitants could barely comprehend what had happened.

“Look! What is that?!” A cry of panic suddenly rang out, drawing attention. Pan Yu turned to the source—a demigod-level eagle demon, whose terrified gaze was fixed on the distant sky, and he shouted in alarm, “The City of the White Tiger has fallen!”

What?! The city has fallen! How could this be?!

Pan Yu quickly looked up, following the eagle demon’s gaze, his disbelief growing as he stared at the distant heavens.

Two colossal, peerless beasts were battling amidst the ethereal clouds.

One was a towering, monstrous creature with six strange blood wings and six blood-red eyes upon its fierce face. The other was a majestic three-eyed golden tiger with massive golden wings, radiating endless golden light and divine might.

As a resident of the city, Pan Yu knew the three-eyed, double-winged golden tiger was the soul of the Tiger Clan’s army. But its condition seemed dire.

With the tiger army utterly defeated and the city breached, the three-eyed golden tiger’s power waned drastically, leaving it no match for the six-winged, six-eyed Blood God.

The Blood God pressed its advantage, pummeling the golden tiger relentlessly, which could only endure without striking back.

With a malicious smile, the Blood God, seeing the weakened golden tiger, swung its right fist with all its might, striking the golden tiger like a meteor across the sky, shaking its spiritual form and diminishing its divine radiance.

Seizing the moment, the Blood God teleported to the golden tiger’s side, grabbed it with both hands, grinned fiercely, and tore it apart.

Bang!

The three-eyed, double-winged golden tiger exploded under the Blood God’s grasp, dissolving into fragments of starlight and spiritual energy, dissipating into the world.

“Kill!”

After the city was breached, countless weak ones, their faces twisted with desperation, drew their magical treasures and unleashed spells and divine powers, attacking the fifty thousand strong Tiger Clan army before them.

The Tiger Clan soldiers, learning their city had fallen, lost all will to fight and rushed toward the teleportation array.

The weak also surged forward, trying to seize the array.

For the array, for survival, the masses of weak and the few strong erupted into a vicious battle.

After tearing apart the golden tiger, the Blood God stood atop the clouds, looking down upon the chaotic city, its blood-red form suddenly erupting with infinite rays of blood light.

The blood light, delicate as silk, emanated a sinister aura of slaughter.

Countless blood rays poured down like a torrential rain, blotting out the sunlight, shooting from the heavens toward the inhabitants below.

Shh! Shh! Shh!...

One by one, Tiger Clan soldiers were struck by the descending blood light, unable to evade, staring in horror at the rays piercing their bodies.

“Ah!”

The soldiers roared in agony, some tearing at the blood light with their hands, others slashing at it with blades, some fleeing in spirit...

Yet the blood light could not be torn or cut, penetrating even disembodied souls, impossible to escape.

Those struck by the blood light shriveled visibly, even their souls withering away.

In moments, countless Tiger Clan soldiers who had been struck were reduced to mere skins, then dissolved into starlight, vanishing into the world.

The blood light, now infused with the life force of the Tiger Clan soldiers, grew ever more crystalline, seductive, and dangerous.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless blood rays, after absorbing the soldiers’ vitality, danced like serpents, attacking nearby beings.

The city was filled with cries of anguish, as everyone sought to avoid the blood light.

But none of this concerned Pan Yu anymore.

When the blood light first attacked the Tiger Clan soldiers, Pan Yu had already rushed into the teleportation array.

As the blood light turned upon the masses, Pan Yu was already gone, having left the slaughtered city behind.

...

A black palace sped through the skies, racing toward the distant horizon.

On the railings of the palace stood a solitary figure cloaked in black.

“Sovereign! We searched the City of the White Tiger, but found no senior members of the Tiger Clan.”

A young man clad in black armor, his face pale and eyes blood-red, bowed respectfully to the dark figure, his tone cold and reverent.

“They escaped? Do they really think they can?” The dark figure spoke calmly. “Let it be. Quickly convert the City of the White Tiger into a realm of slaughter. Then proceed to the boundary. We are already behind.”

A flash of blood light flickered in the youth’s eyes, as he loudly replied, “Yes, sir!”

...

After the young man departed, the black-clad figure gazed down at the conquered city, sneering coldly, “The City of the White Tiger is under our heel. The Western Wilderness is under our heel. The Wilds will soon be under our heel, inevitably.”