White Tiger's Wrath
The mountain peaks stretch for hundreds of miles, and the journey from the foot of the mountain to its summit is far from peaceful.
High in the mountains, various Demon Beast dwell, and danger lurks everywhere.
Moreover, atop the mountain peak, there was a Twin-Winged White Tiger at the Core Formation Stage.
The exit of the secret realm is located inside a stone hall.
The stone palace is only a few miles away from the White Tiger's lair. If the White Tiger is alerted, it is unlikely that anyone will be able to leave the secret realm alive.
The mountainside is covered with lush trees.
Song Wen relied on his physical strength to climb and leap through the dense forest.
The Sacred Beetle Gu scouts ahead, and if it discovers Demon Beast's lair, Song Wen will stay far away.
Although most places inhabited by Demon Beast are also home to spirit medicine, Song Wen had no shortage of Spirit Stone and was not very interested in these spirit medicine.
He walked cautiously, and in about half an hour, Song Wen had traveled dozens of miles.
The mountainside and above are shrouded in clouds and mist year-round.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, one cannot see its true face.
When Song Wen climbed to the mountainside, he discovered that the higher he went, the lower the temperature became and the sparser the vegetation became.
The area near the summit was covered in thick snow, a pristine white wonderland.
As far as the eye can see, it's all white.
Song Wen originally thought that there were still more than seven days before the secret realm closed, so no one should arrive near the exit early.
However, things didn't go as he expected.
When he was still more than ten miles away from the stone hall where the exit was located.
Suddenly, intense fluctuations of spiritual energy emanated from the mountainside ahead. Someone was engaged in a magical battle above!
Immediately afterwards, a tremendous roar resounded.
The thick white snow, like waves whipped up by a raging wind, rolled and roared down towards the foot of the mountain.
The snow waves reached heights of tens of feet.
The splashing snowflakes blotted out the sky.
The hurricane whipped up the clouds and mist.
The snow-covered waves, carrying countless rocks and trees, surged down the mountain with tremendous force.
The roar was deafening.
At this moment, it seemed as if the entire secret realm was trembling.
Song Wen leaped into the air, dodging the oncoming avalanche.
His expression was somewhat astonished; so close to the mountaintop, who would dare to start a fight here?
Aren't you afraid of disturbing the Twin-Winged White Tiger on the mountaintop?
Song Wen wasn't the only one disturbed by the avalanche; many other Demon Beast were also affected.
Some weaker Demon Beast, lacking sufficient strength, were caught in the avalanche, shredded into a cloud of blood mist, staining the white snow red. In an instant, they were buried by even more snow.
Some powerful Demon Beast were forced to flee their lairs, avoiding the cascading avalanches.
"Aww!"
A deafening tiger's roar came from above.
The Twin-Winged White Tiger was indeed alerted by the avalanche.
It came breaking through the clouds and mist.
His eyes, still slightly blurry from a deep sleep, were filled with rage, as if he had been disturbed from a deep sleep.
The White Tiger arrived at the source of the avalanche, where several Human Race cultivators were located.
It opened its blood-red maw and let out a thunderous roar.
A raging gust of wind erupted from its mouth.
A fierce wind swept through, and the clouds and mist churned.
Several Human Race cultivators were immediately swept up by the gale and slammed into the hard rocks below.
The violent impact caused several people to immediately cough up blood and become weak.
However, before they could even react...
The tiger's roar just now triggered another avalanche.
White waves surged down, roaring and crashing.
Shaking the heavens and earth!
Everything in its path, whether hard rocks or grasses braving the cold, was swept up, engulfed, and carried downstream.
Several Human Race cultivators were also caught in the snow waves and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing that the culprits who had disturbed its slumber had disappeared into the snow waves, the White Tiger, regardless of whether they were dead or not, flapped its wings and suddenly soared into the vast expanse of clouds.
In front of a sheer cliff halfway up the mountain.
There is a relatively flat, gentle slope.
The gentle slope was originally covered with dense trees.
At this moment, countless trees have vanished, leaving only piles of white snow.
Suddenly, a grave appeared in a corner of the snow-covered field.
A human head emerged from under the snow.
It was Song Wen.
The moment the White Tiger appeared, he didn't hesitate to suppress his aura and leap into the snow waves.
Then, he summoned the Kui Yin Heavy Water, which transformed into an egg shape and enveloped his entire body.
Swept along by the snow waves, Song Wen tumbled and rolled like a gourd until he reached the mountainside more than thirty miles below, finally coming to a stop on this gentle slope.
The continuous violent rolling and the occasional impact from sharp rocks caused Song Wen's internal organs to churn, leaving him dizzy and feeling very unwell.
Although they were in a sorry state, they managed to escape the White Tiger's attention.
Song Wen burrowed into the snow, and about a mile to his left, another figure burrowed into the snow as well.
The woman was wearing a pink tulle dress; she had a beautiful face and a slender figure.
But at this moment, she seemed a little embarrassed.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his dark hair was disheveled.
The sheer long dress was also torn in several places, revealing chafed skin.
This woman was none other than Mu Yunxin.
After crawling out of the snow, Mu Yunxin sat down heavily on the snow, looking pained.
After she took out the pill and swallowed it, she noticed Song Wen, who was about a mile away.
After a moment of stunned silence, the pain on her face vanished, replaced by a deep sense of weakness, helplessness, and pitifulness.
"This humble woman Mu Yunxin, greets the senior brothers of the Beast Taming Sect."
"A hundred glances in a past life are exchanged for a mere brush in this one. This is the third time I've met you, my senior brother; it must be a predestined fate from a past life."
"I am severely injured, and this place is fraught with danger. I wonder if you, senior brother, would be so kind as to protect me for a while so I can regulate my internal energy."
"I will repay you handsomely once I recover from my injuries."
As she spoke, she gently lifted her jade-like leg, parting the thin veil covering her thigh to reveal her long, snow-white legs.
"Cough cough cough..."
As if she had spoken too much in one breath, aggravating her internal injuries, Mu Yunxin suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, staining the snow beneath her red.
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, she looked up again, her eyes filled with affection, gazing at Song Wen with hopeful longing.
Song Wen remained indifferent, raised his hand and waved it, sending out a sharp burst of energy that shot straight towards Mu Yunxin.
Faced with the incoming burst of energy, Mu Yunxin showed no intention of resisting or dodging, displaying a miserable expression as she let the energy strike her.
"Puff!"
The force of the energy struck Mu Yunxin in the chest, sending her flying a distance of ten feet.
She collapsed to the ground, spitting out large amounts of blood.
"Senior brother, how cruel you are."
Mu Yunxin were filled with tears, her face full of resentment, and she looked at Song Wen as if she were looking at a heartless man who had started a relationship but then abandoned her.
"Fairy Mu, since we are old acquaintances, why put on an act in front of me? The protective Spirit Artifact on your chest is now exposed. That burst of energy just now couldn't have harmed you."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yunxin looked down.
Sure enough, a corner of the Spirit Artifact was revealed between a pair of snow-white, voluptuous breasts.
She tugged at her disheveled apron to cover the Spirit Artifact.
The pitiful look on his face vanished instantly.
His expression turned cold.
"Hmph! You clueless blockhead, wasting my tears."