The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 345 A Stark Disparity In Strength

Chapter 345 A Stark Disparity in Strength

Not only did the aura of the leader shock the two, but the three individuals behind him also made them uneasy. The white-haired elder and another man were Warlords in the perfection realm, while the woman was a Warlord in the pinnacle realm. Among the forty-plus people, nearly twenty were Battle Gods alone.

"They shouldn't be from Sanctum of Darkness. Do you recognize them?" White Tiger furrowed his brow and asked Rakshasa.

"If I'm not mistaken, they should be from Temple of Slaughter." Rakshasa replied after taking a deep breath, her face filled with seriousness.

Temple of Slaughter was the top-ranked power in Place of Darkness.

"Temple of Slaughter?" White Tiger frowned again.

"Yes," Rakshasa nodded. "The four leading individuals should be the four hall masters of it."

"Your people from Rakshasa Hall do have quite the courage! You even killed a Sanctum of Darkness Elder, I must say I'm impressed." A black-robed man said calmly as he approached the group.

"You must be from Temple of Slaughter, right?" Rakshasa took a deep breath and asked, looking at the man.

"We have no grudges or enmity with Temple of Slaughter. What is the meaning of this?" Rakshasa asked.

"Your question is quite naive," the man in the black robe chuckled coldly. "After spending so long in Place of Darkness, don't you understand the law of the jungle? Do we need any grudges to deal with you? Besides, when you recruit other forces, do you have any grudges with them?"

"Do you want to recruit Rakshasa Hall?" asked White Tiger.

"You're overestimating yourselves!" the man in the black robe sneered. "Temple of Slaughter has no interest in your Rakshasa Hall. Moreover, we wouldn't dare recruit you after you killed the elders of the Sanctum of Darkness."

"Is Sanctum of Darkness behind this?" White Tiger's expression grew even grimmer.

"Congratulations, you got it right!" the man in the black robe responded. "Here's a chance for you. If you take your own lives, I can let you die with your whole bodies intact."

"Idiot!" James Harper said in a low voice. "Let's fight already, stop wasting time."

"Do you want to die?" the man in the black robe narrowed his eyes. "Then let me fulfill your wish."

With that said, a burst of energy swept out from his palm, surging directly toward James Harper.

"James, be careful!" White Tiger's pupils contracted, and he rushed forward to shield James Harper, his Bloodshadow Battle Blade unleashing a blade aura to meet the attack.

Their attacks clashed, and White Tiger was forced to retreat more than ten steps before finally stopping. He spewed out a mouthful of blood. The difference in their cultivation levels made it difficult for him to contend with the enemy. This was even considering that the opponent hadn't gone all out; otherwise, his situation would have been much worse.

"White Tiger, are you okay?" Rakshasa exclaimed in shock and quickly ran over, her face filled with concern.

James Harper and the others had their expressions change as well. White Tiger was the most powerful among them, and the fact that he couldn't even block a single strike from the opponent was unsettling.

"It's fine," White Tiger said with another mouthful of blood.

"Not bad, you managed to take one blow from me." The man in a black robe continued, "But with your current strength, you won't be able to save them."

"You seem quite confident," White Tiger replied as he suppressed the surging blood in his chest. "Are you capable of it?"

"Isn't it obvious?" White Tiger squinted his eyes.

"Are all the people from Glavale as foolish as you?" the man in the black robe sneered. "Besides you and Rakshasa, who are barely passable, none of you are a match for me. On our side, apart from me, there are three Warlord late-stage experts. Do you think the people behind you have a chance to survive?"

"You'll find out who the real fool is." White Tiger retorted with a solemn tone, his aura gradually rising.

"So you think you can?" the man scoffed. "You're all talk. Let me see how you sustain your confidence."

"Attack, kill them all!"

With his command, around fifty individuals immediately launched themselves towards Rakshasa Hall, their battle intent enveloping the area.

"Attack!" White Tiger shouted.

"Attack!" The hundred men roared in unison. Then, they raised their large blades and clashed with the enemy, initiating a fierce battle.

"James Harper, take Theodore and focus on the Battle Gods. The others don't need to worry!" White Tiger shouted as he advanced with his blade. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Yes!" James Harper replied loudly.

He and Theodore Ford were both at the late stage of the Battle God realm, which was enough to handle opponents at the same level. However, they had no chance of winning against Warlords.

"Rakshasa, take care of that woman. I'll handle the other three!" White Tiger continued to shout.

"White Tiger, be careful!" Rakshasa did not respond to his words but instead drew her sharp sword and directly confronted the white-haired elder, who was at the Warlord Completion stage.

"Insolent!" The elder had sensed that Rakshasa only had the strength of a Warlord, and he didn't take her seriously. He slashed at her with his fierce blade, and the blade aura surged forward.

Rakshasa's pupils contracted, but she didn't choose to confront the elder head-on. Instead, she dodged his initial attack with her agile movements.

"Nice reaction!" the elder said with a slight frown. "Let's continue!"

He attacked again, and the sharp blade aura rushed towards Rakshasa.

During this period, Rakshasa had indeed reached the Warlord Grand Completion stage, but she was still two levels below the elder. After several rounds, the elder's blade aura had left several deep wounds on her. However, Rakshasa didn't show any fear and wore a resolute expression. The more she fought, the more courageous she became.

Meanwhile, the black-robed man had led the other two to encircle White Tiger.

One was at the War Grandmaster Initial stage, another at the Warlord Perfection stage, and the third at the Warlord Peak stage. Their strength far exceeded White Tiger's. However, the black- robed man did not seem to have any intention of taking action at the moment. Perhaps in his eyes, there was no need for him to do so.

The bald man and the woman unleashed their full power, swinging their swords at White Tiger. Their blade auras were sharp and overwhelming. White Tiger didn't retreat but advanced, his Bloodshadow Battle Blade slashing out, producing a howling blade aura.

In the next moment, a fierce collision erupted, and the violent blade auras swept out in all directions. Less than five minutes later, they had exchanged dozens of moves, and each side had suffered various injuries. In comparison, White Tiger had taken the brunt of the injuries, with several deep wounds on his waist and arms.

"Not bad, you've managed to hold on for so many moves against us." The bald man said with a heavy voice.

"But it ends here, I won't play with you anymore!"