Harper swiped at the ferocious tiger's body with a claw, instantly tearing off a piece of flesh.
The ferocious tiger did not back down and slapped Harper with its paw, producing a dull sound.
Harper's body sank in, and he was sent flying over a 100 m away.
I will peel your skin off and then slowly eat your flesh and bones clean so you know that some existences are not something you can offend.
The ferocious tiger quickly chased after him, extremely angry.
The matter of the dog demons entering the blood red mountains have been heard by the ferocious tiger earlier, but it did not care, thinking it was just a pack of magical wolves.
Who would have known that not long after the other party would come to its territory to provoke it? This was truly pushing the tiger too far.
Before the ferocious tiger could catch up, Harper got up again and charged forward, engaging in a brutal fight with the tiger.
Their battle involved no technique, just the simplest form of bees combat.
However, if someone were to throw in a six-tier magical beast at that moment, it would likely be torn to pieces instantly.
The roars echoed throughout the ferocious tiger's territory, shaking all beings living within it.
They did not understand what was happening, only knowing that the ruler of this territory, the overlord of the blood red mountains, was furious.
All creatures fled, distancing themselves from this rare paradise of the blood red mountains.
Harper and the ferocious tiger engaged in the most primitive of battles, relying on physical strength and endurance.
With massive jaws biting, sharp claws slashing, and tails sweeping.
In no time, the surrounding landscape was utterly destroyed, trees as thick as a round table fell.
Leaves scattered, boulders shattered, dust flying, and the ground was soaked with their blood.
Both monsters were covered in wounds, their eyes bloodshot, and they had completely lost control in their fury.
Their immensely strong bodies were missing quite a bit of flesh with ominous white bones faintly visible.
However, neither monster showed any intention of stopping.
Their terrifying fighting spirit painted them as blood red beasts.
Every collision produced an earthshattering sound that was shocking.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the blood red mountains, in the territory of the wolf pack under the leadership of several six-tier dog demons, a total of 2,000 dog demon warriors arrived.
Dog demons, what do you want? This place can accommodate all our clans, and we are willing to share the crystal veins with you.
Why do you still want to annihilate us? The silver furred wolf king, whose strength far surpassed its kind and was robust, looked at the dog demon warriors, suppressing its anger and questioning in confusion.
Fight.
The leading dog demon, though not as powerful as Harper, had also reached the peak of the sixth tier.
It had no intention of explaining to the wolf king.
After a furious roar, it charged forward with the dog demon warriors.
Damn mad man.
Everyone go together and stop them.
The silver furred wolf king was extremely annoyed, howling to the sky and charging forward with its pack.
With a swift move, the silver furred wolf king appeared beside a fifth tier dog demon, swiping its claws, the cold light flashing.
The dog demon had no time to react before its head flew off, hot blood gushing out.
A six-tiered dog demon pressed its hands against the open jaws of a magical wolf, twisted its arms, and with a sudden burst of strength tore the magical wolf apart.
In no time, the area turned into a bloody battlefield with both sides having warriors fall.
The number of dog demon warriors was fewer, but their strength was much greater.
The magical wolf pack led by the silver furred wolf king was also fierce.
But the gap in hard strength caused the wolf pack to retreat steadily.
After the wolf king killed several companions, the leading dog demon approached the wolf king and fought with it.
If you're waiting for support from other magical beast clans, you can stop waiting.
They won't come.
Seeing that the Wolfpack's tactics were conservative, and the Wolf King was still holding back some strength, the dog demon leader rarely spoke to explain, "The Crimson Flame Python has already been killed by our leader, and that seventh tier tiger king should be finished soon.
My clan is also watching other six-tier magical beasts.
They can't come.
What?" The silver furred wolf king's voice trembled.
That crimson flame python possessed the bloodline of a holy beast.
Even though its realm was only sixth tier, its combat power could rival seventh tier.
How could it be killed without any noise? Don't think you can deceive me.
I advise you one last time to stop the battle immediately.
There's still room for negotiation.
Otherwise, when other clans arrive, your dog demon tribe will surely be annihilated.
The entire blood red mountains house nearly 106 tier magical beasts united together, which would form an incredibly powerful force.
The dog demon leader no longer spoke and fought with all its might.
Two hours later, the number of magical wolves dwindled, the ground covered with corpses, and the dog demon warriors achieved crushing victories despite being outnumbered.
The surrounded magical wolf pack had nowhere to escape.
The silver furred wolf king was besieged by three sixth tier dog demons, and its situation became extremely difficult.
Even though it had benefited from the changes in the plane's spiritual energy and its strength had increased significantly recently, it could be considered half a seventh tier.
But facing the siege of three sixtier dog demons, it was still overwhelmed.
Covered in bite wounds, it looked utterly pathetic.
The number of its kin around it dwindled with many dog demons surrounding the battlefield.
The outnumbered silver furred wolf king ultimately fell to the ground, defeated.
A good opponent.
If the leader were here, he would surely be pleased.
The dog demon leader praised as it looked at the fallen wolf king on a small island in the lake.
The once decent environment had become dilapidated as if it had experienced a bombardment with pits and mounds everywhere and nothing intact in sight.
Panting heavily, Harper lay on the ground, tilting his head to look at the dead, ferocious Tiger King, letting out an excited roar.
I really underestimated it.
Harper had thought he could easily deal with the ferocious tiger king.
But what he did not expect was that although the ferocious tiger was quite cowardly, its strength was not weak at all.
After killing the ferocious tiger, Harper himself had paid the price of serious injuries.
After a while, having regained some strength, Harper got up and came to the corpse of the ferocious tiger, bending down to eat it voraciously, replenishing his vitality.
With sufficient energy replenishment, Harper's wounds healed at a visibly rapid pace with flesh and blood writhing and soon regrowing the lost flesh.
Chapter 114.
Puppet trial tower quick clear in the endless void within a large fragment of a plane.
The core area of the plane is an incredibly desolate desert devoid of any signs of life.
As if it were a dead zone.
Deep in the desert, a massive iron tower hundreds of meters high stands here, surrounded by countless discarded puppet remains carelessly piled near the tower.
They were once the guardians of this tower, but now they have become waste.
Sigh.
I'm so bored.
When will this end? If I had known it would be this dull, I wouldn't te have been so eager back then.
I've been fighting a bunch of iron clumps for half a month, getting beaten up every day, and it's not even satisfying.
Now I have to eat sand.
Just wait.
Maybe in a few days the boss will clear it and we can go back directly.
If he could have cleared it, he would have done it long ago.
The black armored warriors guarding outside the tower were chatting with their comrades while looking at the outside desert.
The thought of having to stay here for several more months made them unable to help but sigh.
While they were talking, a sharp-eyed warrior suddenly frowned, stood up, and looked into the distance.
Old Shen, what is wrong? A companion nearby, seeing this, picked up the long knife resting at his feet and asked, "Take a look.
Is something flying over there?" Old Chin squinted his eyes and pointed ahead, speaking uncertainly.
In this god-forsaken place, their isnt even a single undead.
How could anything be flying? You must be seeing things.
Another companion laughed upon hearing this.
This large fragment of the plane has no life forms.
How can anything fly over? Exactly.
If there were other things, we wouldn't te be so bored.
Come on, let's continue our chat.
What are we talking about? Before they could finish their conversation, the companion holding the long knife, looking at the rapidly approaching shadow in the distance, was suddenly taken aback.