Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

At this moment, they were thousands of miles away from the desolate country, and this region was equally unfamiliar to them.

Shan keenly noticed a group of creatures appearing below.

"Those are a group of tiger demons!"

A group of white tigers were seen marching eastward in an orderly fashion. The one in the lead had reached the level of a Celestial Immortal, while the cubs following behind were weaker and had not even reached the level of a Human Immortal.

They lined up quietly and followed the tiger slowly, making the whole procession very well hidden.

After observing, Xiao Ling'er felt something was amiss: "I don't think this is an ordinary rotation team. Apart from the leader who is relatively strong, the others are all quite ordinary."

However, Shan was impatient and wanted to fight any monster he saw. "Sister Ling'er, let's go down and subdue the leader of the tiger demons."

"Then bring the rest back and nurture them slowly."

"Let them reproduce when they grow up."

"I've already checked; there are both male and female tiger demons among them."

"Moreover, there are so many of them; they are a rare and valuable resource."

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Ling'er finally nodded in agreement to his proposal.

So the two stopped concealing themselves and fell straight down from the sky, accompanied by a whistling wind.

As soon as they landed, the lead white tiger immediately became alert. Its massive body suddenly turned around, and its wide-open eyes stared intently at Xiao Ling'er and Shan, its gaze full of vigilance.

"Humans?"

Shan laughed heartily, took a step forward, and exuded a powerful aura.

"Tiger demons, today you have become the prey of our human race. Surrender obediently!" After saying that, he swung his right fist and charged towards the white tiger with immense power.

This strike was swift and powerful, full of determination.

The space seemed to be torn apart by the impact of the punch, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

Seeing this, the white tiger had no choice but to fight. It opened its huge mouth and spat out a beam of white energy, like a sharp longsword, aimed directly at the mountain's fist.

When the two collided, a deafening roar erupted. Energy waves spread outwards like a surging tide, uprooting trees and blasting rocks into fragments, sending dust billowing everywhere.

Xiao Ling'er also acted quickly. The flaming Bai Ze phantom she summoned crashed into the ground with the force of thunder, instantly creating two deep craters. The scorching flames baked the earth black.

Just as Bai Ze's phantom fell, Bai Hu skillfully dodged the attack with its agility. It stared at the two deep pits with lingering fear, secretly marveling at how this power was almost comparable to its innate skill.

Considering that Xiao Ling'er and Shan's strength was comparable to his own, Baihu dared not be careless.

Xiao Ling'er and Shan's eyes were like ice, fixed on the white tiger; their goal was to finish the battle quickly.

As they both reached out their hands, a magical phenomenon occurred: the character "日" (sun) appeared in Xiao Ling'er's hand, while the character "炎" (flame) appeared in Shan's hand.

The small flames that were originally generated on the ground by the collision of spells rapidly grew under the power of these two words, transforming into two fire dragons that spread in all directions, surrounding the white tiger group and constantly approaching.

The tiger cubs appeared extremely terrified as the flames drew closer, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"Not good!" The white tiger in the lead realized the situation was critical, not expecting that the two people would turn their attack on the cubs.

It dared not be negligent and immediately let out a roar, its body radiating a faint golden light.

Immediately afterwards, a roar containing the law of metal resounded, and golden sound waves spread outwards like surging waves, meeting the flames and forming a standoff, temporarily halting the flames' advance.

Shan watched all this with interest, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "You've got some skill."

He could sense that his opponent's strength was comparable to his own, but he was slightly inferior in terms of tactical application.

Xiao Ling'er sensed Shan's thoughts and gently reminded him, "Be careful."

After nodding in acknowledgment, Shan suddenly exerted his strength, charging towards the white tiger like an arrow released from a bow. Although his size was far smaller than one of the white tiger's legs, there was no fear in his eyes, but rather a gleam of excitement.

The white tiger raised its sharp claws high, then swung them down with tremendous force.

In an instant, the mountains were shrouded in shadow. He stared at the whistling wind overhead, then suddenly threw a punch.

The fist collided with the palm, producing a dull yet loud sound that caused the surrounding air to vibrate.

At this moment, the white tiger was filled with shock. "How could this be?"

It wondered, "Isn't it said that there are only a few strong individuals among humans? Then where did these two come from?"

Out of the corner of its eye, it saw Xiao Ling'er standing quietly to the side, arms crossed, watching the battle. "There's still one person who hasn't made a move. This is really troublesome." The white tiger groaned inwardly, its fear growing stronger as the battle progressed.

The power of words and flames intertwined, and the white tiger's body was charred in many places, revealing the blackened skin underneath.

However, the flames did not stop spreading and continued to burn on it.

Faced with the mountain's powerful attack on one side and the flames burning on his body on the other, Baihu was caught in a dilemma.

Meanwhile, Shan grew stronger with each battle, seemingly intent on completely suppressing Baihu.

Under the intense onslaught of the flames, the white tiger's movements became increasingly difficult.

"Sister Ling'er, if I accidentally kill this guy, I should be fine, right? After all, there are other tiger demons."

Shan felt the force that had been binding him gradually weakening, and he was overjoyed.

After a moment's thought, Xiao Ling'er replied, "It doesn't matter, leaving some demons is enough."

These tiger demons all have very high bloodline purity, and their future cultivation potential is considerable; that's more than enough.

After gaining Xiao Ling'er's approval, Shan's offensive became even more ferocious, and even when he was knocked away by the white tiger, he could quickly return to the battlefield.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, the white tiger sensed a flaw in the conversation and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, I am not a demon, I am a member of the white tiger clan."

Shan sneered and replied, "Stop making excuses. A tiger demon is a tiger demon. There's no such thing as a white tiger clan."

Although Shan had seen tiger demons in various forms, this was the first time he had ever seen a white one. He believed that this white tiger was just one of many tiger demons.

Seeing that the other party did not believe him, the White Tiger hurriedly explained, "I am not lying. Our White Tiger clan has not joined the demon clan. I came here to learn the human race's writing system."

Xiao Ling'er was startled upon hearing this and immediately stopped Shan from doing anything further: "Wait, what he said might be true."

Shan's hand stopped in mid-air. Now that Xiao Ling'er had spoken, he naturally could not continue his attack.

Nevertheless, he felt somewhat regretful that he hadn't been able to fully unleash his fighting spirit.

As they walked back, he couldn't help but glance back at the white tiger, a glance that sent a chill down the tiger's spine.

Then, Xiao Ling'er gently waved her hand, extinguishing the surrounding flames, and slowly walked forward.