Saint Dread Pill

With Song Ankang's current strength, coupled with the coordinated efforts of the four White Tiger Tribe Saint Servants, he swept through everything in his path like bamboo splitting before a blade.

One by one, the White Tiger Tribe's Saints fell into his hands. In just over half a month, the number of White Tiger Tribe Saint Servants under Song Ankang had reached sixteen, a pace beyond imagination.

More than half of the White Tiger Tribe's Saint Lords had become Song Ankang's servants, and this journey of enslavement continued. The remaining White Tiger Tribe Saint Lords were all above level forty.

However, with Song Ankang's current combat power, this was nothing much. He merely needed to be a bit more cautious.

If he had not been worried that these Saint Lords might leak the news, Song Ankang would not have needed to be so careful.

After spending another month or so, he had enslaved more than ninety percent of the White Tiger Tribe's Saint Lords. Of the White Tiger Tribe's twenty-six Saint Lords, Song Ankang had taken twenty-three. Aside from the White Tiger Ancestor, the other two were outside and difficult to find in the short term, so he spared them for now.

As for the White Tiger Ancestor, Song Ankang had already broken through the third-rank superior Saint Formation Group around its secluded cultivation site and silently infiltrated it with a group of Saint Servants.

Before long, he found the White Tiger Ancestor still going at it with a tigress. Looking at the roomful of tigresses, Song Ankang secretly praised the White Tiger Ancestor for remaining vigorous in old age. He had heard that this fellow was already over three million years old, yet it was still so wild.

Yet this was clearly good news for Song Ankang. The Saint