The price is a bit high, but as long as the crisis of the Evil Tiger King can be temporarily resolved, there will definitely be people on this scorched earth who will secretly resist the monster.
And those surviving people are waiting for their emperor to return.
"Ling'er, Wu Dynasty is relying on you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old saint moved and rushed straight towards the Evil Tiger King!
The latter sneered.
"You're looking for death!"
Then, his figure appeared in the air and collided fiercely with the old saint.
The old saint vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The Evil Tiger King followed closely behind and slapped him directly through the body.
"You are just an ordinary saint, and your realm has plummeted. What can you use to fight me?"
The corners of the old saint's blood-stained mouth curved into an arc.
"Just relying on the thousand-year-old luck of the Wu Dynasty that I have absorbed! Is it enough?"
Suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color!
Eighteen peak Tianwu realm warriors were drained of their spiritual energy in an instant, and died!
A violent wind surged from the old saint's body, and a ray of power from it enveloped Wu Ling and swept him thousands of miles away.
Most of the power directly wrapped around the body of the Tiger King.
By the time the tiger king reacted, it was too late!
"Fox Clan's Soul Sealing Technique! Old thing! Let me go! You will die too! I will withdraw my troops now! Let me go!"
The old saint said nothing, he had long lost any signs of life.
With the capital as the center, a huge formation emerged and trapped the Evil Tiger King inside!
In the back mountain of Xuanwu City, Sword Saint Wutan stared at the sky.
He sighed deeply.
"Master Zhong, have a safe journey."
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