Seeing the blood tiger condensed from crimson mist, its terrifying form made Jiang Bairen curse, "What kind of ghost Dao art is this?!"
Without giving them any extra time to react, the blood tiger reeking of gore had already pounced fiercely upon the Cambwu Sect side.
The blood tiger was savage and frenzied, carrying a brutal, violent aura.
With a single leap, it made the earth quake and rumble.
"They're desperate! Bring out every last trick you've got! Junior Brother Kong Jiao can't hold on for long. Once that archer frees up his hands, we'll be in danger."
Accompanied by Jiang Bairen's thunderous roar, the dozen or so people unleashed their hidden trump cards.
Dao arts and magical artifacts poured down upon the blood tiger, barely stabilizing the situation.
Whether it was the Blood-Robed Alliance or the Cambwu Sect disciples, both sides instinctively believed that the contest between the two archers would inevitably end with the Blood-Robed Alliance disciple at Wheel-Nourishing Realm Sixth Layer emerging victorious.
Thus, both sides wanted to seize the initiative before the battle over there ended.
Elsewhere, Kong Jiao's battle with the Blood-Robed Alliance archer had already moved from the shadows into the open.
The more the Blood-Robed Alliance archer fought, the more alarmed he became.
Releasing arrow arts at such high intensity consumed an immense amount of spiritual power.
More than half of his spiritual power had already been exhausted.
Yet his opponent's spiritual power still appeared deep and abundant, as though it flowed without end.
"Wheel-Nourishing Realm Fifth Layer?!" Senior Brother Eagle cursed inwardly.
In that brief moment of distraction—
Whoosh! An icy arrow nearly grazed past his ear, startling him into a cold sweat.
In his view, Kong Jiao's arrows had surely also been enhanced by an arrow art. They carried an extreme