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?"
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