The Four Saints acted together!
The Demon Bull Saint, Niu Zhentian, had already been defeated.
At that moment, Bai Shaoyang stepped forward and unfurled the scroll in his hands!
The instant the scroll slowly opened,
a terrifying and immense aura of wild desolation suddenly emanated from it!
It was as if a world, sealed and forgotten on the fringes of wilderness, reappeared.
It was as though an era that had been forgotten by man had descended once again!
That was the aura of ancient times.
That was the Supreme charm!
In a barely discernible way, a formidable presence surged, as if the terrifying roars of ancient beasts came forth with it!
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Tribes on the field were all shocked!
The attacks of the Four Saints came thundering down.
From within that painting, however, there suddenly came a heaven-shaking beast's roar!
That was the roar of the White Tiger!
It was the rage that shocked the heavens!