The seven-colored glow burst forth, instantly shattering the Zhao Family Ancestor's battle armor's defense, decapitating his head, which was filled with terror.
"Ancestor!"
Inside White Tiger Mountain, members of the Zhao Family, who were managing the formation, witnessed this scene and all screamed in shock and fear.
At that moment, some cried out loud, some screamed in terror, some showed faces of regret, and some even knelt down pleading for mercy.
They all knew that their family was finished, White Tiger Mountain was finished!
"Roar!"
Beside them, Lu Quanzhen commanded a Second Rank Puppet and the Nine Netherhound battling the Howling Cloud Tiger, causing the tiger to scream in anguish.
"Pfft!"
Lu Changsheng, seeing this, showed no mercy and used the Taichi Talisman to slay the aged Howling Cloud Tiger with a sword stroke.
He looked toward White Tiger Mountain and said indifferently, "Are you not going to open the formation quickly?"
"Boom!"
