The White Tiger gazed blankly in the direction where the Black Tortoise had departed for a brief moment before refocusing on the situation at hand.
He realized it had been a long time since he had unleashed such frequent and powerful “Divine Arts.” Now, he felt an unprecedented surge of energy coursing through him.
A long-lost sense of ease and relaxation spread through his entire body. Every cell and pore gradually loosened, as if all his worries had been cast aside.
The suffering, confusion, and sorrow of the past were now obscured by a hazy white film in his mind, blurred from the excessive use of “Divine Arts.”
All he wanted was to kill.
The “Divine Arts” he unleashed had evolved from the initially harmless “Gale Wind” to the life-taking “Lush Wood” and “Explosive Ignition.”
But why was he standing here, killing these people…?
What were these people even trying to do…?
He couldn’t remember.
All he knew was that he had been waiting here alone for a long time—perhaps just waiting to kill.
No… The White Tiger paused. Hadn’t he already killed once before?
How many had he slaughtered then?
That, too, was forgotten.
His eyes became bloodshot as a murderous aura radiated from his body, unsettling everyone around him.
Zheng Yingxiong, sensing the danger, immediately broke away from Han Yimo’s side and rushed toward the chaotic battlefield. The scent in the air was so overpowering that his nostrils began to bleed, but he had no time to care—he could only frantically cover his nose and mouth.
Amid the countless “fragrant” scents, one distinct odor pierced through them all, surging straight into his nostrils.
“It’s ‘killing intent’…!” Zheng Yingxiong yelled as he ran toward Yan Zhichun. “Be careful!! It’s an overwhelming ‘killing intent’!”
Yan Zhichun glanced at Zheng Yingxiong and immediately grasped the severity of the situation. “Take cover!” she shouted. “Protect yourselves!”
Before anyone could react, the White Tiger suddenly raised his hand toward the sky.
A strange force field surged around him, and the air between him and the crowd began to distort from intense heat.
Yan Zhichun had no time to think—countless tactics flashed through her mind in an instant.
Many “Extremists” were too focused on activating their “Echoes” to evade, but the White Tiger was clearly preparing a lethal attack. These frontline “Extremists” were crucial forces—they couldn’t afford to die here.
Closing her eyes, Yan Zhichun shifted her stance. The people behind her instinctively formed a vertical line as she extended her left hand forward and reached back with her right.
A dozen others mirrored her movements, each gripping the hand of the person in front while being held by the one behind them.
Though startled, they relaxed slightly upon realizing it was the “King of Extremists” controlling their bodies.
At the last possible moment, Yan Zhichun yanked her left hand backward. A tremendous force, like steel cables, pulled from behind. Everyone simultaneously retracted their left hands, dragging the person in front backward. Yan Zhichun, at the forefront, bore the brunt of the force, hurling backward at breakneck speed.
She quickly severed her “Conviction,” canceling the vertical “Soul Snatch” connection before switching to a horizontal one, linking with the twenty people at the front. In an instant, those twenty were yanked backward as if by an invisible force.
Among them were Jiang Ruoxue and Zhou Mo.
Almost simultaneously, a massive explosion erupted in the space before the White Tiger—
**BOOM!!**
Though Yan Zhichun’s pull had sent them hurtling backward, the sheer force of the blast still sent them tumbling.
Jiang Ruoxue was caught mid-flight by Lao Sun, while Zhou Mo landed with a nimble roll before springing back to her feet.
Though battered, casualties were minimal—only three or five had vanished instantly, with most suffering only minor injuries.
“Tsk!!” Zhou Mo cursed. “How the hell…? Does ‘Explosive Ignition’ not even need a medium?!”
“A medium…?” Jiang Ruoxue blinked in confusion.
“In theory, ‘Explosive Ignition’ requires an object to act upon…” Zhou Mo muttered, bewildered. “Just how far have they trained their ‘Echoes’? Can they really detonate the air itself?!”
Jiang Ruoxue hesitated. “Isn’t… ‘air’ a medium?”
“Wha—”
Zhou Mo stared in shock toward the White Tiger. If Jiang Ruoxue was right, then his mastery of “Explosive Ignition” surpassed anything she had imagined.
He hadn’t detonated the entire surrounding air—likely to avoid damaging the giant bell and display screen behind him—but instead caused only a localized “Explosive Ignition” in the space before him.
This wasn’t just using air as a medium—it was making connected sections of air explode independently.
**”I AM THE WHITE TIGER!!”**
The White Tiger threw his head back and roared, his voice piercing through the square and echoing in all directions.
**”Lay down your arms… and embrace your slaughter.”**
The words felt eerily familiar, yet they should never have come from the White Tiger’s mouth.
The crowd mobilized by the “Longhorn Beetle” had surrounded the square, watching the chaos unfold. They knew a battle was raging at the center but couldn’t tell how many factions were involved—until now.
The moment they heard the old man declare himself the “White Tiger,” the battlefield became crystal clear.
There were no multiple factions—just the White Tiger standing alone against the “rebels.”
The objective was now unmistakable: aside from the white-robed elder, everyone else in the square was an enemy.
“Support the White Tiger…!” one “Participant” suddenly shouted.
“Support the White Tiger!!” Others echoed from all directions.
In an instant, the onlookers surged into the square. Since not all were “Echoers,” some wielded crude weapons like wooden clubs and metal pipes.
Within the blink of an eye, the “Extremists” were completely encircled. The outer ranks had already clashed with the “Participants,” plunging the battlefield into utter chaos.
At the heart of the storm, Yan Zhichun frowned as she surveyed the scene. Despite mentally preparing for this moment, the reality still left her deeply conflicted.
The “Extremists” believed they were righteous. The “Beasts” believed they were righteous. Even the “Participants” rushing to aid believed they were righteous.
With three forces entering the fray for different purposes, could the “Extremists,” caught in the middle, still hope to win?
Before she could devise her next move, she noticed more figures in tattered suits gathering from all directions—
**”Human-Level Zodiacs.”**
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