"The White Tiger of the Northern Country..."
Sesshomaru frowned slightly. He had heard Evil Sword Smith speak of the White Tiger of the Northern Country, the dominant clan that ruled that land.
For them to appear here now, they certainly knew how to pick their moment.
Perhaps this was the true ordeal facing his Dog Tribe.
The many yokai of the Western Country earlier had been nothing more than an appetizer. The real enemy came from the bitterly cold Northern Country.
Thud, thud, thud!
Synchronized footsteps shook the earth as densely packed White Tiger warriors appeared, their tremendous presence bearing down on every living creature around them.
Ten thousand warriors of the White Tiger Legion stood behind Fūyō, staring at Sesshomaru with cold indifference, as though looking at a dead man.
"Damn it, this is bad!"
"The Northern Country's yokai certainly picked their moment to appear."
"The Northern Country's yokai might well have had a hand in all those yokai surrounding our Dog Castle!"
The Dog Demons inside Dog Castle paled abruptly. They had thought that, with Lord Sesshomaru slaughtering so many yokai, they had won this defensive battle.
They had never expected a truly formidable enemy to appear afterward.
Every warrior in the White Tiger Legion possessed strength far beyond that of an ordinary lesser yokai, and their killing prowess surpassed that of other clans.
They were truly cornered!
"All we can do now is hope Lord Mingye arrives soon!"
"Exactly. Lord Sesshomaru has already used up most of his demon power and stamina. Who knows whether he can hold out until Lord Mingye arrives!"
Worry filled the Dog Demons' faces. Most were wounded, their demon power depleted and their strength exhausted. Even if they wanted to help, charging out would probably only make things worse.
They could only