246: Surrender, or die!

Yin baleful energy surged, shooting out from the Soul Capturing Nether Pupils. It instantly crossed dozens of yards and appeared directly within the Mountain-Splitting Tiger's Sea of Consciousness.

The Mountain-Splitting Tiger's pupils shrank abruptly, followed by an expression of extreme agony.

“Roar!!!”

Continuous tiger roars echoed across the wilderness, causing the advantaged orcs and Demonic Beasts to turn their heads.

They saw the massive Mountain-Splitting Tiger rolling on the ground, its body emitting wisps of black gas as if some kind of black fire were burning.

As it rolled, a faint tiger-shaped Soul phantom wreathed in baleful fire flickered in and out of existence.

“Soul Devour!”

Su Ling stood where he was, his body enveloped by the shadow of the Xuantian Bell.

He raised his right hand, which glowed with a nether light, and made a fierce clawing motion toward the Mountain-Splitting Tiger.

Soul Capturing Nether Pupils, combined with the Netherworld Soul Devouring Art—under the successive attacks of these two secret techniques,

the Mountain-Splitting Tiger, whose Soul was already injured, suffered another heavy blow!

Specks of nether light drifted out from that Soul phantom, gathering toward Su Ling's palm.

In an instant, it formed a torrent!

The Mountain-Splitting Tiger's Aura began to weaken accordingly.

Even the intensity of its struggle diminished significantly.

Using the Soul Capturing Nether Pupils against a powerful 5th-rank Peak Demonic Beast required Su Ling's full concentration.

If other Demonic Beasts attacked now, he could only rely on the Xuantian Bell to defend, as he couldn't dodge at all.

This was also the reason why he hadn't used it earlier.

As for the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation Fire in his right eye, Su Ling didn't dare to use it at all.

He was afraid that a single mistake might trigger the Soul Transformation Lightning Tribulation.

At that point, even if his opponent were killed by the tribulation lightning, he himself would be in a fatal situation.

Seeing that the Mountain-Splitting Tiger's situation was dire, the other four 5th-rank Peak beings repeatedly forced back their opponents, wanting to come to its aid.

However, they were desperately blocked by Gentle and the others.

After a few breaths, the Mountain-Splitting Tiger's Soul phantom was completely consumed by Su Ling's Soul Devouring Art.

Its massive body crashed to the ground, no longer able to move.

The field suddenly fell silent.

Countless orcs and Demonic Beasts trembled, watching this scene in disbelief.

A 4th-rank Peak had actually slain a 5th-rank Peak.

In this entire plane, this was a miracle that had never occurred before.

After completing all this, Su Ling clutched his eyes and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

In this Plane War, this wasn't the first time he had used the Soul Capturing Nether Pupils.

But the amount of Divine Soul energy consumed this time far exceeded his expectations.

His originally abundant Divine Soul energy had been more than half depleted.

Even with the Mountain-Splitting Tiger's Soul as a supplement, he had only recovered less than a third.

Su Ling's current state was only about half of what it had been before.

“Roar!”

In the next moment, both the Demonic Beasts and the orcs let out earth-shattering roars.

The death of their comrade didn't seem to affect their fighting spirit.

Instead, they launched a fierce attack on the enemies ahead with an even more ferocious and wild posture.

Just then, that eerie chanting sound rang out again.

This time, the chanting became louder and even more bizarre.

Blue electrical light gradually permeated the battlefield, with countless hair-thin sparks gathering together, dancing like sprites.

Above the battlefield, dark clouds began to gather, as if something terrifying were about to emerge.

“Not good, the Savage Shaman is going to summon the Thundercloud Forbidden Spell!”

Gentle's expression turned grave as she cried out, “We must leave here as soon as possible!”

Su Ling also felt the terrifying Aura within the clouds and thought to himself that things were looking bad.

The Savage Shaman hidden in the shadows was at least a 5th-rank Peak or even a 6th-rank being.

In their current state, they couldn't possibly withstand the Savage Shaman's large-scale forbidden spell attack.

“Retreat!”

Su Ling shouted loudly, “Enter the resource point and form a Formation to resist!”

Upon hearing this, the Cultivators retreated toward the resource point one after another.

But just then, a giant lightning-flickering claw suddenly extended from the dark clouds, lunging fiercely at the Cultivators.

This claw was entirely azure blue, covered in sharp scales, and emitted a heart-palpitating Aura.

“6th-rank!”

Gentle's face changed drastically, “It's a 6th-rank Demonic Beast!”

Su Ling's heart sank, knowing that everyone present today was likely doomed.

Magic forbidden spells took a long time to cast, but their power was exceptionally violent.

With the Air-Restriction Formation active, they couldn't escape the area covered by the forbidden spell at all.

But just then, a strong fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly came from the horizon.

Countless Flying Boats cut through the sky, rushing toward them.

“It's the people from the Command Post!”

Lu Tao shouted excitedly.

On the leading massive Flying Boat stood an elegant middle-aged man.

The Aura on the middle-aged man was extremely powerful, far exceeding all the Cultivators present.

“Savage River, are you seeking death!”

The middle-aged man gave a cold shout and flicked his palm. An Azure Streamer flashed, transforming into a Sky-Shattering Giant Ruler that slammed down violently against the giant lightning claw.

With a loud boom, the lightning was struck by the azure giant ruler and dissipated instantly.

The giant claw within the lightning was also struck until it was bloody.

“I didn't expect you to come here... Senior Wu Haiya!”

The clouds dispersed, revealing a somewhat hunchbacked figure. The old orc, dressed in strange attire, looked at his opponent with an extremely complex gaze.

A giant dog resembling a Thunder Mastiff stood proudly in the Void Realm, steadily supporting its figure.

Its Aura was indeed extraordinary.

Unfortunately, that giant dog was licking its injured right claw, letting out low whimpers from its mouth.

“Wu Haiya...”

Within the Formation, Su Ling was slightly stunned, and then his eyes lit up, “Is that Senior Wu?!”

After years of campaigning, the Seven Sects Cultivators had already fully mastered the local Savage Language and Beast Language, thanks to their powerful Divine Souls.

Therefore, they could all understand what the Savage Shaman was saying.

“Hehe, you should call him Senior Brother Wu now!”

Lu Tao, covered in blood, pulled out a Medicinal Pill and swallowed it before patting Su Ling's shoulder and laughing.

He had just transformed his body into a sword to boldly slay that Sharp-Horned Beast and heavily injure another Fire Lion Beast.

But his own condition was also very poor. On his chest, which glowed with a faint golden light, were three claw marks deep enough to see the bone.

As the giant Flying Boat rapidly approached, the people at the resource point also clearly saw the newcomer's appearance.

The figure from over three hundred years ago emerged in Su Ling's mind, quickly merging with the person before him.

Sure enough, it was indeed that Senior Wu who had saved him.

Seeing a large number of reinforcements arrive, everyone present laughed together.

Since both were at the 6th-rank, they didn't think Senior Wu Haiya would lose to this Savage Shaman who had been hiding in the shadows.

This situation should be resolved now.

“Besieging a point to strike reinforcements... Savage River, I didn't expect your Beast Race to actually understand such a strategy.”

Senior Wu Haiya took a step forward and came within ten yards of Savage River without any hesitation, saying indifferently, “Resource points in this war zone have been suffering successive surprise attacks. Do you really think the Immortal Realm Cultivators are fools?”

Savage River looked melancholic, shaking his head with a bitter smile, “Ten years. You've invaded this place for ten whole years. The Savage Race and Beast Race have lost more than half their numbers, and all we've gained in return is but a little experience.”

“Heaven and Earth are heartless and treat all things as straw dogs... The Seven Sects gave you a choice, but you insisted on taking the path to death.”

Senior Wu Haiya flicked his wide sleeve and said coldly, “For the sake of our years of fighting, I will ask you one more time. Submit, or... die!”