On the ice plain, the cold wind howled past, swirling up a mist of snow.
The Purgatory White Tiger stood quietly beside the masked man, surrounded by a torrent of dark red energy, like the burning flames of purgatory. The bloody and brutal aura swept across, making the air seem to solidify.
The two Tier Eight Golden Beastman Golems—Behemoth and Ghostly Cat, obediently stood by its side. Even though they had long been refined into golems, there was a faint hint of fear in their eyes.
As for those Tier Seven Human Puppet Golems, their bodies were trembling slightly.
Qin Tian and Yang Ling stood side by side, their eyes heavy as they looked ahead.
They were both aware of the terrifying power of the Nine Great Beastman Royal Families.
Apart from Qin Tian’s uniqueness, the Nine Great Holy Bloods and the Nine Great Beastman Royal Families were recognized as the pinnacle bat power in the Cosmos, nearly invincible within the same tier.
Even the most elite Golden Bloodline warriors seemed like ants before them, easily crushed.
Only a very few geniuses with defying opportunities could have the qualification to contend against them.
Previously, Yang Ling faced the masked man and the two Tier Eight Beastman Golems without fear and was confident he could slay them.
Qin Tian and Robert could swiftly resolve the five Tier Seven Golems as if cutting through melons and vegetables.
However, the arrival of the Tier Eight Purgatory White Tiger instantly shattered all balance, making the situation perilous to the extreme.
Now, this Tier Eight Purgatory White Tiger could only be dealt with by Yang Ling alone.
Even if Yang Ling was skilled in the mysteries of the sword and had extraordinary talent, and even if this Purgatory White Tiger had been refined into a golem, weakening its power from its peak, it was uncertain who would have the upper hand in a life-and-death struggle.
Once Yang Ling was held up by this Purgatory White Tiger, the remaining three Tier Eight powerhouses—the masked man and the two Beastman Golems—would fully press towards Qin Tian.
Robert would also be forced to confront the five Tier Seven Golems head-on.
Either side would be in extreme danger.
"Take action!"
The masked man shouted coldly, not giving Qin Tian and Yang Ling any time to breathe or react.
The Tier Eight Purgatory White Tiger Golem was one of the Blood Demon Cult’s most secretive trump cards and absolutely could not be exposed.
They were not afraid of the beastman’s retaliation—after all, the Blood Demon Cult’s main base was deeply rooted within the Human Empire’s territory, and no matter how angry the beastmen were, they wouldn’t dare to rashly cross the border to attack.
What they truly feared was the Empire’s reaction.
Once the Empire knew that the Blood Demon Cult could refine Tier Eight Beastman Royals into Human Puppet Golems, such a terrifying technique would surely trigger an unprecedented thunderous purge by the Empire, a scenario they most wanted to avoid.
Therefore, a quick resolution was the only choice.
Kill Yang Ling, then swiftly retreat with Qin Tian and Robert.
Fortunately, in his view, this was not difficult.
No matter how strong Yang Ling was, he was no match for a same-tier Purgatory White Tiger.
As for Qin Tian and Robert, with him and the other two Tier Eight Golems working together, it was enough to handle them.
As the masked man’s voice trailed off, the Purgatory White Tiger made the first move!
Roar—!!!
A roar from the White Tiger reverberated like thunder from purgatory, shaking the snow on the ice plain, while the distant snow forest quivered heavily.
That towering body suddenly surged with incredible speed, leaving afterimages on the icy ground with a wrath-of-heaven-and-destruction aura, charging straight towards Yang Ling.
Its muscles were as hardened as iron. With each step, cracks splintered across the ice; dark red energy surged fiercely around its paws, like burning blood flames carrying a scent of destruction, slashing directly at Yang Ling’s face!
This claw strike seemed simple, yet it contained the most domineering physical strength of the Beastman Royals. If hit, even a Tier Eight powerhouse would likely end up with crushed bones and torn flesh.
"Bring it on!"
Yang Ling’s expression hardened. Not only did he show no fear, but a fiery battle intent ignited in his eyes.
He grasped the Azure Blade Sword tightly in his right hand, while his left hand flicked a sword finger, causing a piercing frost-white Sword Qi to rise instantly on the blade. The formless pressure of the sword erupted, clashing violently with the Purgatory White Tiger’s bloody aura. Ice chips shredded into powder by the energy, fluttered in the air.
Clang——!!!
A piercing metallic clash resounded!
Yang Ling’s Azure Blade Sword precisely blocked the Purgatory White Tiger’s claw.
In the instant sword met claw, dazzling sparks burst forth, forcing both parties to take several steps back.
On the icy surface, spiderweb-like cracks spread beneath Yang Ling’s feet, while the massive body of the Purgatory White Tiger paused slightly, a faint, imperceptible ripple flashing through its scarlet eyes.
"What immense physical power!" Yang Ling was secretly astonished.
He could clearly feel the overwhelming force transmitted from the tiger claw, every inch of muscle brimming with world-destroying explosive power. Even without plex techniques, mere brute force was enough to shake Tier Eight powerhouses.
This was the Beastman Royal Family.
pared to the Nine Great Holy Bloods, the beastmen had reached the peak in physical tempering. Even the physically strongest Royal Golden Saint Dragon among the Nine Great Holy Bloods could not rank in the top three among Beastman Royals purely in terms of physical prowess.
The Purgatory White Tiger, seemingly enraged by Yang Ling’s block, locked its scarlet eyes on him once more, lunging again!
This time, it no longer delivered a single claw strike, but instead, turning its massive body, it unleashed three overlapping claw slashes, the dark red energy condensing into three arc-shaped blade auras, like purgatory blood sickles, sweeping towards Yang Ling’s vital points, sealing any avenues for dodging.
Yang Ling’s expression remained unchanged, his Azure Blade Sword dancing like countless sword flowers at his feet, fully unleashing the Sword Dao Mysteries.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
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