Chapter 279 Capture the King!

"kill!"

The white tiger roared again, and the energy under it was like a white lightning.

He instantly crossed the battlefield and quickly approached the command platform of the "Dragon Snake Heavenly Power Formation".

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the Gangqi White Tiger crashed into the platform of the "Dragon Snake Heavenly Power Formation".

The entire stage collapsed in an instant, with debris flying everywhere.

With a loud bang, Prince Qi's command platform collapsed in a cloud of dust.

The huge stones and wood stirred up a cloud of dust when they collapsed, as if it was a sign of a doomsday storm.

In this sudden change, Prince Qi escaped in a panic surrounded by his personal guards.

His crown was askew, his hair was disheveled and stuck to his face, and his luxurious robe was now tattered and covered with dust and debris.

His hair was scattered messily in front of his forehead, covering the pair of eyes that were once majestic and deep.

At this moment, Prince Qi no longer had his usual calmness and composure, and his face was filled with panic and helplessness.

His face was pale, and his eyes revealed deep fear and unwillingness.

The guards who were usually very respectful to him no longer cared about etiquette at this moment.

They surrounded him tightly, using their bodies to build a human barrier, trying to protect him from dangers on all sides.

Prince Qi stood firm in the panic, his eyes wide open, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope in this chaotic scene.

He waved his hand violently and drew out the sword he was carrying.

That sword had accompanied him on the battlefield and witnessed his glory and splendor.

And at this moment, it will become his last weapon to resist.

Prince Qi kept waving the sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed, as if it was going to cut through the dark sky.

There was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if he was going to use this last bit of strength to fight a desperate battle with fate.

However, at this critical moment, a white figure flashed across the battlefield like lightning and headed straight for King Qi.

It was Baihu. His appearance was like a stream of clear water, instantly washing away the blood and chaos on the battlefield.

The white tiger has a nimble posture, and each step is as precise as if it had been measured.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed closely on the figure of Prince Qi.

He did not rush to attack, but instead approached King Qi at an almost incredible speed, as if he was playing with his prey.

Although Prince Qi was in a miserable state, his basic fighting qualities as the ruler of a state still allowed him to feel the approach of the White Tiger.

He brandished his sword, trying to block the sudden attack.

However, Baihu's movements were too fast, and his sword was easily dodged by the opponent before it even touched Baihu's body.

Immediately afterwards, Baihu stretched out his arm at an astonishing speed and grabbed King Qi's wrist.

Prince Qi only felt a huge force coming, which made his arm lose consciousness instantly.

He looked at the white tiger in horror, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Baihu did not give King Qi any chance to resist.

With a twist of his wrist, he snatched the sword from Prince Qi's hand.

At this moment, Prince Qi had completely lost the ability to resist and could only let the White Tiger control him.

Baihu, whose combat power has now reached full strength and whose strength has soared to over 140, subdued King Qi with just one move.

The action was clean and neat, leaving no chance for Prince Qi to breathe.

Prince Qi was lying on the ground with disheveled hair, his eyes filled with endless fear and helplessness.

This was once a great hero.

At this moment, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, without any ability to fight back. As King Qi was subdued and captured alive by the White Tiger, the Qi army soldiers who were struggling to maintain the "Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation" around him.

After witnessing this scene with my own eyes, an indescribable feeling of grief and indignation surged in my heart.

The original fear, anger and unwillingness erupted like a volcano.

They seemed to be instantly ignited with fighting spirit, and rushed towards the commander's platform like crazy, trying to snatch back their king from the White Tiger.

At this time, the Qi army was no longer the well-trained and disciplined elite force, but a group of soldiers driven crazy by anger and despair.

Their eyes were filled with blood red, as if they wanted to destroy everything that stood in their way.

"Save the King!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the voice immediately resonated among Qi’s army.

The numerous Qi troops around waved their weapons and shouted as they rushed towards the command platform.

Their steps were heavy but firm, and their eyes were full of determination.

However, at this critical moment, another powerful army appeared on the battlefield.

Those were the White Horse Volunteers. They had been maintaining the military formation at the other end of the battlefield, condensing the military's Dharma image - the White Dragon Dharma image.

Led by Zhao Yun, they came like a giant dragon and quickly approached the command platform.

The soldiers of the Baima Yicong wore white armor and rode white horses.

Their arrival was like a storm on the snowfield, giving people a cold and unstoppable feeling.

Zhao Yun led the charge, the spear in his hand roared like a dragon, and he led the White Horse Volunteers into the Qi army's camp.

At this moment, Baihu did not stop either. He cooperated well with the Baima Yicong. The two great forms of the dragon and the tiger showed their might on the battlefield.

The white dragon image condensed by the White Horse Volunteers was circling and dancing in the air.

The dragon scales flashed with cold light, and as the dragon claws were waved, the powerful energy overflowed, easily tearing the enemy into pieces.

The Qi army seemed extremely vulnerable under the attack of these two great Dharma images, and their formation was torn apart in an instant.

Countless Qi troops fell one after another.

At this moment, the soldiers who tried to rescue King Qi felt unprecedented despair and fear.

They watched their companions fall one by one, and their hearts were filled with powerlessness.

However, the Qi army did not give up, and some people still resisted stubbornly.

Some brave soldiers stepped forward and tried to stop the attack of Baihu and Baima Yicong.

But in front of these two great Dharma images, their resistance seemed so weak and powerless.

Whenever someone tried to rush to the stage, they would be easily knocked down by the White Tiger or White Dragon.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood and dust. The shouts and the sounds of weapons clashing intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

Although the soldiers of Qi Army were extremely brave, they seemed so vulnerable under the joint attack of Baihu and Baima Yicong.

As time went on, the situation on the battlefield became clearer and clearer.

The Qi army was no longer able to withstand the fierce attack from the White Tiger and White Horse Volunteers.

The cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and the two great forms of the dragon and the tiger were invincible on the battlefield.

The Qi army soldiers were like lambs to be slaughtered in front of them, unable to fight back at all.

As time went on, the offensive of the Qi army gradually weakened, while the offensive of the White Tiger and White Horse Volunteers became more and more fierce.

Their formation was completely disrupted, and many of the defeated Qi troops fled in all directions.

The open space around the general's platform was already filled with the bodies of Qi army soldiers.

The ground was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)