The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 418 No One Will Be Abandoned!

White Tiger's blade swiftly unleashed countless blade energies, and in the blink of an eye, over a dozen members of Sanctum of Darkness fell. At the same time, Theodore Ford and his companions had already engaged the enemy, and many of Sanctum of Darkness's members couldn't withstand even a single move from them, falling to the ground.

"Brothers, Rakshasa Hall has come to support us! Let's unite and kill these bastards from Sanctum of Darkness!" someone in the crowd recognized White Tiger and shouted loudly.

"Kill them!"

The already disarrayed group of people suddenly regained their morale upon hearing this. Many of the injured warriors got back on their feet and rejoined the battle. In a moment, their spirits were lifted again. "People from Rakshasa Hall, you have no business interfering here! You must be tired of living to meddle in our affairs." The elderly leader of Sanctum of Darkness remarked as he noticed White Tiger and the others.

"Old man, come on! Let me show you how I'll chop you to pieces!" White Tiger roared, raising his blade to meet the enemy.

"Ignorant fool!" The old man sneered and used his hand to counter White Tiger's blade, sending out fierce gusts of wind to block White Tiger's attack.

Although White Tiger had improved to the War Grandmaster Intermediate stage during this time, the enemy was at War Grandmaster Advanced, one level higher and thus he didn't take White Tiger seriously. Their auras soared to their peaks, and they exchanged blows again, causing each other to retreat several steps with slightly disrupted breaths.

"Not bad, you managed to force me back this far. I've underestimated you." The old man said, shaking his aching arm. "But with your skills, you won't be able to save them..."

"Enough of your nonsense!" White Tiger interrupted him sharply. "Let's end this now. I'll send you to hell!"

Without wasting any more words, White Tiger activated his full strength and executed the Bloodshadow Blade Technique. He had to finish this fight quickly. For every minute he delayed, another Glavale would lose their life. Theodore Ford and his companions were also in a precarious situation; they had engaged more than a dozen mid-level enemies from Sanctum of Darkness, all of whom were at the Battle God's mid-to-late stage. Under the combined assault of the enemy group, Theodore Ford and his team had sustained injuries.

"It's you who's going to hell!" the old man shouted in response. With a swift motion, he unleashed several thunderous palm strikes to counter White Tiger's attack.

However, when their attacks collided, the old man's expression instantly stiffened. White Tiger's curved blade, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, tore through the old man's defense and flashed past his throat. The old man clutched his throat, trying to say something, but not a word came out before he fell over lifelessly. There was a look of unfulfilled resentment on his face; he hadn't expected to be unable to withstand White Tiger's single strike.

"Elder Atreus!" The several men who had been fighting Theodore Ford exclaimed in anguish when they saw this scene.

"Theodore, leave them to me, you go and intercept the others!" White Tiger rushed over and quickly ordered.

"Understood!" Theodore and his three companions responded in unison before rushing in different directions to intercept other enemies.

"Come, I'll send you to accompany your elder!" White Tiger shouted loudly, and with a swift motion of his blade, he decapitated three heads of Battle God-level enemies.

"Run!" Realizing the prowess of White Tiger, the remaining ten or so enemies lost their will to fight and fled toward the estate's entrance.

"Can you escape?" White Tiger sneered, his body suddenly flickering, his teleportation speed far surpassing the enemy's.

As expected, there was no suspense. In less than two minutes, all ten men lay lifeless on the ground, without a trace of breath left. The situation had become much more manageable now. The remaining five to six hundred members of Sanctum of Darkness, upon seeing that their main force had been wiped out, had no intention of continuing the fight. They all rushed towards the estate's entrance in a bid to escape.

However, they had underestimated White Tiger's determination. After killing so many Glavale warriors, there was no way he would let them escape alive.

Five minutes later, the last enemy fell to the ground, cut down by Theodore Ford with a single stroke.

"Thank you, White Tiger, for saving us!" The vice-commander of Orson Harding's troops led several hundred warriors to White Tiger's group, where they knelt on one knee and shouted in unison. "Get up and quickly clean up this place, then leave!" White Tiger replied loudly.

They got up and expressed their gratitude once more before beginning to clean up the battlefield. Then, White Tiger walked over to Orson Harding with an unpleasant look on his face.

"What... what do you want to do? Calm down!" Orson Harding sensed the anger emanating from White Tiger and involuntarily took several steps back.

"Leaving aside the fact that you used your subordinates to shield yourself, take a look at the scene here. How many people have died because of your recklessness?" White Tiger's voice was icy and piercing.

"Place of Darkness is cruel from the very beginning. From the day they stepped into this place, they should have known that there would be a day like this. They..." Orson Harding took a deep breath and responded.

Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped again by White Tiger, who gave him a good beating.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish!" White Tiger said with a stern face, raising his blade as if to strike.

"No, please!" The vice-commander

who had spoken earlier shouted. He quickly stepped forward and continued, "Captain is a member of the Harding family, one of the Roble clans of the capital. If you kilbhim, it will bring trouble to you!"

"Another noble clan member?" White Tiger said with a stunned expression.

With that, he delivered another palm

strike, and Orson Harding lost consciousness. He wasn't sparing the man because he feared the noble clans; he was concerned that his actions might cause problems for Billy. After all, Billy would arrive soon, and it would be better to leave this matter to him.

"Take him with us, we're going to Rakshasa Hall!" White Tiger ordered.

"Understood!" the group responded.

"Killing so many of us from Sanctum of Darkness and thinking you can just leave?" At this moment, an enraged voice echoed in the courtyard. "All of you will die today!"

As he spoke, an overwhelming aura swept over, causing everyone to feel suffocated.

"A Half-step War Emperor?" White Tiger's brows furrowed as he muttered, his face becoming serious.

At this moment, another man in a

black robe walked in from the

estate's entrance, speaking as he approached. "Do you think that Sanctum of Darkness only has this much strength? That can only

who have no idea how powerful Sanctum of Darkness is! After today, all Glavale people in Place of Darkness will die! No one can change that! If

you're a bunch of ignorant fo mean

you end your own lives now, I'll leave

your corpses intact!" Content

"White Tiger, you and your people can leave first. Don't worry about us!" the vice-commander shouted.

"I'm not your Captain!" White Tiger replied with a faint smile and then continued sternly, "Bloodshadow Brothers, stand tall, no one will be abandoned!"

"No one will be abandoned!" Theodore Ford and his companions shouted together. "Charge!"