Chapter 889: Escape, Battlefield! (Double-Length)

“Suppress!” Song Changming let out a low shout, the Sound Spider at his throat-bone shrieking as it forcibly suppressed the Tiger King’s Heart and Spirit!

Next, a great Fire Ring swept past Song Changming’s flank and came crashing down heavily onto the Tiger King’s head, while thirty-six Flying Swords transformed into a Sword Array and fell straight around the Tiger King’s body.

That Black Radiance Illusion Light also turned into a Black Light Saber, and like the Fire Ring, it automatically cleaved down on the tiger’s head.

Under layer upon layer of critical blows, the Tiger King was finally forced back into the magma.

The magma turned a vivid crimson, scalding hot Beast King’s Blood floating atop it, not being dissolved by the magma at the first instant.

This was Beast King’s Blood in the truest sense—incorruptible and undispersing. Any random drop falling in the outside world would be regarded as a supreme treasure by countless members of the Demon Race, yet now it was being spilled so cheaply onto the magma.

In this strike, Song Changming could be said to have exhausted all his methods.

The result was that all the Tiger Kings on Thunderstruck Mountain were completely alarmed!

Whoosh!

In the sky above, Demon Qi surged forth severalfold, blotting out the heavens and covering the sun.

One Demon Body after another appeared within that dense Demon Qi, like Demon Gods descending into the world, faintly visible under the Thunder Light.

Their immense might rolled over, crushing down; whether it was Song Changming, He Ya, or those Tiger King sons and daughters, all felt it clearly.

Those Tiger King offspring—Sass, Watt, the eldest daughter Lin, and the rest—knelt to the ground one after another, not daring to show any sign of resisting this aura, for fear the Tiger Kings might misunderstand.

Song Changming lifted his eyes to look; within the Demon Qi, a total of seven Great Demon Kings emerged from Thunderstruck Mountain and descended here.

“Ye Li, do you need us to act?”

One of the Tiger Kings spoke, asking for the opinion of Ye Li Feige, who had been beaten so badly he could hardly lift his head.

If Ye Li Feige still insisted on refusing, then they truly would ignore Ye Li Feige being slain, and only then make a move against Song Changming!

Fortunately, Ye Li Feige was not completely brainless and still retained a few shreds of reason.

A streak of Thunder Light shot up from the bottom of the magma and fell beneath the seven Tiger Kings—it was Ye Li Feige.

“I must trouble you all, I’m endlessly grateful!”

At this moment Ye Li Feige had no choice but to speak humbly.

His momentum had already been completely beaten away by Song Changming; in his wretched state there was not the slightest trace left of the majesty befitting a Thunder Wheel Tiger King.

Ye Li Feige reverted to human form, blood constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, impossible to stop.

His head had been hammered out of shape, looking extremely grotesque.

His body was also covered in saber wounds, the Sword Intent of that Silent Saber still rampaging within him, eroding his Life Force and making him completely abandon his dignity.

Gravely wounded as he was, he understood very clearly that if he kept stubbornly fighting on alone, he might truly lose his life…

No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, the fact remained that he had been beaten into such a miserable state single-handedly by this Human Race brat, Song Changming.

This Human Race brat’s strength was indeed strong enough, and with the Physical Traits of a Thunder Eater plus the evolved Thunder Seed at his side, Song Changming somewhat restrained the Thunder Manipulation techniques of their Thunder Wheel Tiger Race.

The originally powerful Thunderbolt force naturally weakened by thirty percent when it fell on Song Changming.

“It’s nothing; since we’re of the same race, we naturally must watch out for and help each other.” One of the Tiger Kings spoke kindly, without too much cold sarcasm, which made Ye Li Feige feel a bit better.

“You think you’re the only one with help…” Song Changming muttered, snapping his fingers casually.

Soon, icy Evil Yin Death Qi appeared, and Yuan San stepped upon ice, swiftly arriving at Song Changming’s side.

“Master.”

“Against these Tiger Demons before us, do we have a chance?” Song Changming asked directly.

“We can give it a try, but this avatar of mine may be exhausted because of it; the next avatar might not come out for another hundred years.” Yuan San replied.

His true body was still within the seal left in the Ancient Wilderness, and the avatar that came out to act could not bear his full power; once its strength was spent, the avatar would disperse on its own.

“I see…” Song Changming thought briefly, then asked, “What about taking me away?”

“No problem.” Yuan San answered with only three words, but they showed his utter confidence: if he wanted to take Song Changming away, this group of Tiger Kings before them would not be able to keep him.

“Then let’s go.” Song Changming nodded.

His purpose in coming here had already been achieved; he had both rescued He Ya and entered the Thunder Pool, a harvest more than plentiful.

Since he could leave at leisure, there was no need to use this trump card of Yuan San at this moment.

As his words fell, Evil Yin Qi instantly coiled around Yuan San’s entire body, enveloping Song Changming and He Ya.

Boom!

In the next instant, endless Thunderbolts shattered the Evil Yin Qi before them, but the figures of Song Changming and the others were already gone from the field.

“Ancient Escape Technique? What is the background of this Undead corpse?!” One of the Tiger Kings could not help exclaiming when he saw this.

Ancient Techniques were profound and unfathomable, far from comparable to modern Secret Techniques; moreover, when Ancient Techniques were cast, they carried a certain inexplicable ancient, archaic feel. Those with keen perception could discern the difference at a glance.

Their Thunder Wheel Tiger Race possessed the ancestral inheritance of the Thunder Pool; mastering Ancient Techniques was nothing unusual.

But Undead corpses were mostly free-roaming wanderers, rootless like duckweed, without ancestral protection, and naturally devoid of ancient inheritances. For them to learn Ancient Techniques suitable for Undead cultivation was truly a path with no door and no road.

These Tiger Kings had never seen any Undead corpse master Ancient Techniques before; that Undead who had just appeared was the first.

“Whatever his background, he actually slipped away right under our eyelids…” another Tiger King muttered gloomily.

“And letting that Human Race brat escape this time—he’ll likely become a major problem in the future!”

“Forget it; we can no longer sense that Human Race brat’s aura. If we insist on tracking and searching, we might instead fall into ambushes laid by the Human Race. Don’t forget that Lei Province is still at war…”