290: Chapter 290 Suppressing the Remaining White Wilderness

The entire world was locked down tightly, leaving only a spatial flaw leading to the distance intentionally reserved by Que Liusun behind him.

"Fellow Daoist! The space here has been forcibly suppressed by this seat, and even if you pull out all your stops, it will be hard to reverse this defeat. Why don't you quickly lead your clansmen to evacuate this place, preserve your foundation, and come back next time!"

Que Liusun roared anxiously.

The Second Elder of the Tiger Clan turned his head to look at the Tiger Clan soldiers who had suffered heavy casualties, and then glanced at the enemies constantly gathering around, finally gritting his teeth and nodding heavily:

"Many thanks! This kindness and virtue, my Tiger Clan will never forget for all eternity!"

"Tiger Clan members, retreat! Tear open space and evacuate!!"

Hearing this, the Tiger Clan Quasi-Saints, whose oil lamps were already exhausted, felt as if they had been granted a general amnesty. They each burst out with their last bit of strength to desperately force back their opponents, crazily surging toward the spatial gap behind the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan.

However, this sudden change finally alarmed the top experts hiding in the shadows and watching the battle.

"Hmph! Want to leave?!"

A crisp yet endlessly murderous feminine shout suddenly came from the air.

Immediately afterwards, two incomparably powerful Quasi-Saint pressures, one white and one blue, suddenly erupted!

Tribe Leader Shui Ming and Tribe Leader Hu Meier, who had been lurking in the depths of the Void Realm all along, could finally no longer sit still!

If the Tiger Clan were completely annihilated, their Luck would return to the heaven and earth, and they would naturally be able to get a share of it. But if the Disciples of the Chan Sect were allowed to rescue the Tiger Clan, their entire scheme would be lost!

"Don't even think about leaving!"

"Go to your death! Tear this broken formation apart!"

Tribe Leader Hu Meier's nine fox tails that blotted out the sky burst through the void.

Tribe Leader Shui Ming even sacrificed a profound black heaven-piercing spear, inciting the weak water and carrying terrifying might, violently smashing fiercely toward the core of the "Spirit Treasure Grand Formation" maintained by Que Liusun for spatial suppression!

How grandiose was the momentum of a full-force sneak attack by two Late Stage Quasi-Saint experts?

If this strike landed solidly, not only would the five Spirit Treasures be forcibly blasted away, but Que Liusun would definitely suffer severe backlash, and the Tiger Clan behind would completely become lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

However, facing this world-destroying strike, there was not the slightest panic on Que Liusun's face; instead, a touch of nearly crazy ruthlessness emerged.

"Want to break the formation? Do you even deserve to!?"

Que Liusun let out a furious roar, neither dodging nor evading, but instead manifesting his own Dao Fruit.

Hum—!

Above his head, a dazzling Dao Fruit surrounded by Yuqing magical power suspended at the very front of the Spirit Treasure Grand Formation, blocking precisely in the path that Tribe Leader Shui Ming's spear and Tribe Leader Hu Meier's fox tails had to take!

He was using his own Daluo Dao Fruit as a shield, blocking in front of the Spirit Treasure core!

This scene made the pupils of Tribe Leader Shui Ming and Tribe Leader Hu Meier, who were assassinating him, shrink violently.

They forcibly retracted their divine abilities and offensive momentum.

Tribe Leader Shui Ming's expression changed drastically, willing to suffer the backlash of his vital energy just to retrieve the profound black spear he had shot out.

Tribe Leader Hu Meier even let out a sharp scream, forcibly retracting her nine tails, and the backlash of force caused a trace of fresh blood to instantly overflow from the corner of her mouth.

"Lunatic! You are also a thorough lunatic!!"

Tribe Leader Hu Meier was so angered in the air that her beauty lost color, and she couldn't help cursing loudly.

Tribe Leader Shui Ming's expression was also so gloomy that water was almost dripping from it, staring fiercely at Que Liusun while his teeth gnashed loudly.

Killing Que Liusun was easy, and a single spear thrust could even pierce right through him.

But Que Liusun was the Personal Disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun!

He manifested his Dao Fruit outside. Once Tribe Leader Shui Ming and Tribe Leader Hu Meier struck down with this Divine Ability, what they destroyed would not only be his Dao Fruit, but it would also be slapping the Saint in the face in public!

When a Saint is enraged, millions of corpses fall. The two of them as Quasi-Saints could definitely not afford to bear the Saint's reckoning!

Que Liusun had precisely foreseen this point, blatantly taking the "Chan Sect Disciple" death-exempt golden token and acting shamelessly in front of everyone!

"Chan Sect Disciples... actually are so shameless!" Tribe Leader Shui Ming was trembling all over with anger, pointing at Que Liusun and unable to speak for a long time.

And the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan, who was standing at the edge of the spatial rift and preparing to evacuate last, looking at that purple-robed Daoist who used his body and Dao Fruit to stubbornly jam the path of survival and prop up a world for the Tiger Clan, was completely moved.

His eye sockets slightly reddening, the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan took a deep look at Que Liusun's back, remembering this scene.

"The great kindness of the Chan Sect... my Tiger Clan has remembered it!"

Amidst the roar, the Second Elder of the Tiger Clan hesitated no longer, turning into a streak of golden light and instantly disappearing into the collapsing spatial rift along with the surviving Tiger Clan elites.

Watching the backs of the surviving Tiger Clan Quasi-Saints instantly disappear into the twisted and collapsing spatial rift.

Above the void, Tribe Leader Shui Ming was trembling all over with anger, and Tribe Leader Hu Meier was even so angry that her chest ached.

Tribe Leader Hu Meier spat fiercely, glared viciously at Que Liusun, and cursed angrily: "Damn rascal!"

Que Liusun had the Daluo Dao Fruit suspended above his head, surrounded by five top-grade Spirit Treasures around his body.

A sneer hung on his face, and he even leisurely tidied the hem of his Purple-Robed Immortal Garment, completely putting on a shameless expression of "What can you do to me".

Tribe Leader Shui Ming's expression was as gloomy as water, and his gaze swept across the surroundings like ice blades.

He knew that with Que Liusun, this stubborn "Saint shield", blocking in front of the spatial rift, continuing a forcible attack would only bring fire upon themselves.

"Don't waste time wrangling with this rascal!"

Tribe Leader Shui Ming suddenly turned his head, locking onto Patriarch Bai Huang, who was fighting bloody battles in the center of the battlefield.

"Although the Tiger Clan elites have escaped, as long as we behead Patriarch Bai Huang, we are still ahead! Let's go! Encircle and kill Patriarch Bai Huang!"

Tribe Leader Shui Ming reminded sternly.

"Good!"

Tribe Leader Hu Meier shrieked through gritted teeth, her nine white tails that blotted out the sky unfurling once more.

The two of them turned into two streaks of light, heading straight toward Patriarch Bai Huang for a fatal kill!

The fierce entry of the two Late Stage Quasi-Saint experts instantly tilted the battle situation that was already struggling to maintain a balance!

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield below, several Tiger Clan Quasi-Saints who had previously concealed their auras and never shown themselves successively made their moves.

Like ghosts in the dark night, they shuttled through the sea of blood, throwing the surviving Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Taiyi Golden Immortals of the Tiger Clan one by one into the spatial rift above.

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Time slowly passed, and a year later.

In this past year, over this wasteland of the Primordial world, the bloody rain had never stopped pouring down.

Strange phenomena of Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saints perishing frequently came from the Nine Heavens.

Under Que Liusun's sparing-no-cost sacrifice of treasures for protection and Patriarch Bai Huang's crazy stalling of fighting four alone,

in the span of a year, all the surviving Grand Unity Golden Immortals and Quasi-Saint Cultivators of the Tiger Clan finally evacuated this meat grinder one after another!

Across the entire heaven and earth, the vast pressure belonging to the Tiger Clan was left with only that crumbling, massive body in the center.

Patriarch Bai Huang stood alone, fighting four Quasi-Saints by himself!

"Hahaha! Well left! Well left!!"

In the center of the battlefield, Patriarch Bai Huang let out a tragic yet exhilarating wild laugh.

At this moment, half of his body had been scorched pitch-black by the flames of Patriarch Yan Lie of the Fire Clan, his chest had been pierced right through from front to back by Tribe Leader Shui Ming's spear, and the sky-filling fox tails had left countless wounds deep into his bone marrow on his body. He was long since completely exhausted.