Ling Tian Sword God

However, the Shade Ghost that was sent flying did not simply collapse. The sword wounds on its body healed at a visible speed, and then it rushed towards Wutugu and Nina once more.

The swordsmanship Master Ling Chen taught me can restrain these ghostly entities! It’s a pity that I haven’t fully mastered it and my power is too weak.

Looking at the returning Shade Ghost, Nina gritted her teeth and said resentfully.

Ah, it seems our tribe is destined for this disaster. So be it; I suppose we must resign ourselves to fate.

Wutugu heaved a sigh. With Lilitong’s current strength, they couldn’t resist. They simply couldn’t.

SPLASH!

At this moment, from within the Barbaric Temple, a vast surge of energy, like a tidal wave, suddenly emanated. This wave spread out like a celestial curtain, distorting space wherever it passed. The instant the Shade Ghost touched the distorted light curtain, it abruptly disintegrated, vanishing without a trace.

POP! POP! POP!...

All Shade Ghosts within a hundred meters of the Barbaric Temple were shattered by the light curtain. The controlled Barbarian warriors, having lost the Shade Ghosts’ manipulation, collapsed one after another.

”Huh?”

Lilitong, atop the Fire Eagle, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow upon seeing this. This sudden light curtain contained a strange power, one capable of disintegrating the Shade Ghosts he had created with his Demon Thought.

ROAR!

Before Lilitong had time to process, an ancient beastly roar suddenly echoed from within the Barbaric Temple, shaking the heavens.

Brilliant green light seeped out from the temple. An ancient and immense pressure instantly descended upon the surroundings of the Barbaric Temple. The phantom of a gigantic White Tiger appeared in the sky above it.

This White Tiger phantom, possessing wings and a vertical eye on its forehead that seemed to see through everything, was awe-inspiring. Its body was a full thousand feet long, poised above the temple.

So this is the spirit of the fierce beast suppressed within the Barbaric Temple?

Looking at the gigantic White Tiger phantom, a flicker of shock crossed Wutugu’s face. This was the first time he had seen this Spirit of the White Tiger. After all, unless the Barbaric Temple faced a true crisis of Life and Death, this fierce beast’s spirit would never be summoned.

This fierce spirit was clearly no ordinary beast but the legendary god beast, the White Tiger. The Spirit of the White Tiger was not something ordinary fierce beasts could compare to.

The Spirit of the White Tiger! If I can consume it, my Demon Thought will definitely recover to its peak, and my strength will advance by leaps and bounds!

The moment Lilitong caught sight of the Spirit of the White Tiger, a fervent glint appeared in his eyes. The White Tiger was a formidable ancient god beast. Even if this was merely its spirit, it was undoubtedly an extremely powerful entity and would be great nourishment for him.

An immense pressure swept across the sky, clearly felt for hundreds of miles around. Everyone was shocked and terrified.

By this time, Ling Chen and Xu Ruoyan, riding their Qingfeng Jue, had arrived at the outskirts of the Barbaric Temple. The imposing Spirit of the White Tiger immediately caught their attention.

What is that? I never thought the Barbaric Temple had such a powerful trump card.

Ling Chen was startled. The White Tiger was an ancient god beast, long extinct on the Continent. A Spirit of the White Tiger was a rare sight in the world; he hadn’t expected one to be suppressed beneath the Barbaric Temple.

”They’ve even used a trump card like the Spirit of the White Tiger. It seems the enemy is truly terrifyingly powerful,” Xu Ruoyan said, her pretty face grave.

”Activating the Spirit of the White Tiger places extreme demands on the caster. If their power is insufficient, they could easily suffer a backlash. Within the Barbaric Temple, the High Priest is likely the only one with the strength to command the Spirit of the White Tiger.”

Ling Chen narrowed his eyes, his palms involuntarily clenching.

”Does that mean the High Priest is in danger?” Xu Ruoyan’s expression changed. If activating the Spirit of the White Tiger carried such a high risk, wouldn’t it be disastrous if the High Priest suffered a backlash?

Ling Chen didn’t respond, but inwardly, he was extremely anxious. He had pinned all his hopes on the High Priest. If anything were to happen to the High Priest, all his previous efforts would be for naught.

At that moment, the High Priest’s figure appeared atop the temple. He formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and then shouted sharply, ”Ancient Divine Spirits who guard this temple, dispel the Darkness that shrouds the Wildlands!”

As his shout faded, the Spirit of the White Tiger spread its wings and soared out. An extremely bright, milky-white radiance emanated from its wings, showering the ground below. Any Shade Ghost that came into contact with even a sliver of this radiance immediately disintegrated, letting out sharp screams as they melted like ice and snow, dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

Seeing the Shade Ghosts so easily vanquished, the numerous Barbarian warriors below couldn’t help but cheer and leap for joy.

This Spirit of the White Tiger was the divine entity worshipped by their Barbarian Tribe. At this critical juncture, it had finally shown its might.

Lilitong watched as the Shade Ghosts below were almost instantly cleared, yet no hint of regret showed in his eyes. As long as he possessed sufficient Demon Thought, he could recreate as many Shade Ghosts as he desired in a short time.

”Hmph, a mere beast spirit. Do you truly think I can’t handle it?”

Gazing at the Spirit of the White Tiger, a chilling glint flashed in Lilitong’s eyes. He then spurred the Fire Eagle beneath him, shooting straight forward and coming to an abrupt halt about fifty meters before the Spirit of the White Tiger.

The moment he halted, Lilitong rapidly formed hand seals. A viscous black fog condensed before him into a strange, ancient sigil. As he thrust his palm forward, the ancient, eerie sigil flew above the Spirit of the White Tiger’s head, instantly expanding to a thousand feet in diameter.

The moment the sigil fully formed, it descended from the sky, landing heavily on the back of the Spirit of the White Tiger. Its chilling aura immediately suppressed the spirit’s imposing presence.

Atop the Barbaric Temple, the High Priest’s body trembled violently. His aged frame seemed to grow even more stooped, as if a mere gust of wind could blow him away.

”Hahaha, controlling this Spirit of the White Tiger is no easy task, old fellow! To think you can stop me with that decrepit body of yours—you’re simply overestimating your abilities!”

Seeing the High Priest struggling, Lilitong burst into loud laughter. With a flip of his hand, a sound like a surging tide arose around the Barbaric Temple as dozens of Shade Ghosts, like specters, drifted towards the High Priest.