The tiger's body fell into the void in two halves. Had Jiang Yan not deliberately held back his strength, not even a whole corpse would have remained.
Jiang Yan stored the white tiger's corpse in his Space Ring, then directly left this ravaged world.
The conflict outside temporarily came to a halt because of Jiang Yan's slash.
Yet those three hotheaded fools merely glanced toward the Great World before hurriedly starting to fight.
The violent commotion drew others to watch, but because Xiang Yu and the others were fighting so fiercely, no one dared venture into the Great World to investigate.
Fortunately, Jiang Yan had cut an opening at the top of the Great World. When they extended their Spiritual Power inside and sensed nothing but empty desolation, every one of them became uncertain and alarmed.
Where had such an enormous white tiger gone?
Could those three who were fighting have snatched it away?
They wanted to kill and rob them, but they apparently could not defeat Xiang Yu's group. Thus, they could only stand in the distance and stare helplessly, unsure what to do.
Pfft! Pfft!
A pillar of blood shot skyward as the Limit Domain Demon was nearly blasted apart by Hong Luo's punch.
He looked at Hong Luo in disbelief. The Heavenly Demon, a five-pattern one, was one thing—but what gave a three-pattern War God like you the right to defeat me, a Limit Domain Demon?
Hong Luo shook out his arm and said indifferently, "Fools like you, who rely solely on bloodline inheritance and fancy yourselves superior to others, have only one source of amusement: crushing others with your talent."
Hong Luo untied the red cloth around himself, and an even heavier aura burst from his body. In that instant, it was like massive stars colliding,