The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 265 Ambush Confirmed

Chapter 265 Ambush Confirmed

In no time, White Tiger and his team passed through a narrow stone passage, arriving at an open area.

With a rumbling noise, White Tiger shouted, "An ambush! Theodore, take our brothers and retreat!"

While speaking, White Tiger swiftly drew his Bloodshadow Battle Blade and unleashed countless thunderous blade waves, cleaving through the massive rocks on both sides.

"Charge!" A cry echoed as over a thousand men armed with swords and knives descended from the rocky slopes.

In the battles within Place of Darkness, conventional firearms were seldom used, as they were virtually useless against those at the level of a Battle God and above. Moreover, due to the restrictions imposed by the rules, they couldn't deploy heavy weapons like missiles. Therefore, it was often more practical to engage with cold weapons.

"Damn it!" White Tiger furrowed his brows. "Theodore, handle this situation here. I'm going to check on James Harper and the others."

Without waiting for a reply, White Tiger dashed forward toward the narrow stone passage. They had already initiated the attack here, but James Harper and the rest hadn't returned, indicating that they had also fallen into an ambush.

"Got it!" Theodore Ford replied loudly and waved his hand. "Charge!"

"Charge!" The group of men shouted in unison and confronted the enemies on the battlefield.

In the next moment, the battlefield resounded with the clashing of metal, swift movements, and the glint of blades and swords.

"Leave it to me!" White Tiger dashed halfway when dozens of men blocked his path. He roared angrily, and blade waves erupted from his weapon.

Before the opponents could even identify White Tiger's appearance, heads soared into the sky. Some of them even saw the image of their own headless bodies falling to the ground.

"Damn it!" A voice from the enemy side exclaimed, and then a blade wave came at White Tiger from behind.

The aggressor had the strength of a Warlord!

"Get out of my way!" White Tiger showed no intention of evading as he turned around and swung his blade.

The attacker was thrown back more than ten steps, his face revealing astonishment. He hadn't expected White Tiger to possess such strength.

"Ha!" White Tiger's blade once again descended, and a sharp blade wave approached like lightning.

"Hmm?" The man's pupils contracted to the size of needles. A dense aura of danger surged throughout his body. With no time to think, he hurriedly activated his full power and met the oncoming attack.

After their blades collided, the opponent's offensive was instantly shattered. His great blade was cleaved in two, and the blade wave continued into his chest. The next moment, the man staggered back two or three steps, a line of blood extending from his right shoulder to his left waist. Blood sprayed out, and he fell stiffly to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. As one of the four lords of

the Purgatory Gate, he was a true Warlord-level expert, yet he couldn't even withstand two rounds against his opponent!

"Are all the people from Glavale this terrifying?" he thought as his life faded away.

"My Lord!" More than a dozen men around him cried out in pain and rushed towards White Tiger.

"You're dead!" White Tiger's eyes narrowed, and with a casual swing of his hand, he unleashed a blade of energy before turning and charging forward. He had just surveyed the surroundings. Apart from the Purgatory Gate Lord who had been slain earlier, everyone else was of Battle God or lower strength, clearly not the enemy's main force. This made him even more worried about James Harper and his group.

As soon as he rushed forward, more than ten men behind him fell, all of them having their throats slashed by the blade of energy.

"Theodore, you handle things here, I'll go help White Tiger!" At the same time, Rakshasa, after swiftly beheading several men, sprinted after White Tiger.

After weeks of fierce battles, her cultivation had broken through to the peak of the Battle God's later stage, just one step away from perfection.

"Alright, take care of yourself!" Theodore Ford shouted back.

Within two minutes, White Tiger crossed the long, narrow stone path and ran another couple of kilometers, arriving at an open area where the sounds of a skirmish were approaching from nearby. Without time to think, he rushed towards it.

Just then, a figure was sent flying and crashed heavily not far from him, spewing out a mouthful of blood.

"Marty Gray!?" Recognizing the man on the ground, White Tiger yelled, realizing it was one of the deputy leaders of the Bloodshadow Guard's Tenth Team.

"Don't... don't mind me. Captain Harper... is in danger. Go save him..." Marty Gray struggled to speak.

"Damn it!" White Tiger roared and raised his blade as he charged towards the man who had injured Marty Gray not far away. "Dare to hurt my brother, you're dead!"

"You overestimate yourselves!" The man sneered, a look of disdain on his face. "Today, every member of Rakshasa Hall will die!"

The man was none other than another lord of the Purgatory Gate with power equal to that of White Tiger.

In response, a blade aura surged forth from White Tiger, unstoppable and roaring like a hurricane. Clearly, the man had long recognized White Tiger's strength, considering himself to be on the same level. So, facing White Tiger's strike, he made no attempt to evade. His large blade swung out at the same time.

The two blades clashed violently, creating shockwaves that shattered nearby rocks into dust, sending pebbles flying. After a single strike, the man rapidly retreated more than ten steps, his arm tingling, and the surging blood nearly bursting from his chest. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"How... is this possible?" With great difficulty, the Purgatory Gate lord managed to speak. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated that White Tiger's strength would be so formidable.

"You can die now!" White Tiger roared and raised his weapon once again. His wrists twisted simultaneously, unleashing countless blade auras with the force of thunder and fury.

"Blatant arrogance!" The man took a deep breath and channeled his entire body's power, raising his blade to meet the attack.

The clash rang out, the energy of the blades raged, and stone fragments filled the air. After a few rounds of fierce combat, the two men passed each other, then turned and faced each other back-to- back. In the next moment, White Tiger didn't even look back and continued charging forward, vanishing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

At the same moment White Tiger charged forward, the Purgatory Gate Lord displayed more than ten wounds on his body, each measuring two to three inches long, crisscrossing and ghastly to behold.

"So... strong..." With great effort, he managed to utter a few words before collapsing, convulsing a few times before becoming completely still. His face wore an expression of disbelief as well.

Despite both fighters being at the same level of cultivation, their strengths were worlds apart.