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The Eighth Stage Winged Tiger was ultimately adept at speed, barely managing to reconverge its Wind Protective Energy. As its wings flapped, it was about to take flight into the sky.

Suddenly, the Golden Holy Fire behind Song Junhou exploded with a loud "bang," propelling his body like a cannonball to quickly catch up with the beast. His tiger claws fiercely grasped the wings of the Winged Tiger, as the Golden Holy Fire also burst into flames instantaneously.

The Golden Holy Fire, already burning on the body of the Eighth Stage Winged Tiger, surged in an instant. Its body was almost instantly invaded by the golden flames. Song Junhou\'s eyes glittered with a golden light as the intense Golden Fire swept downwards, pressing the Winged Tiger straight back to the ground. The Golden Holy Fire on the body of the Winged Tiger burned even more fiercely, turning it into a huge golden fireball. It kept on screaming painfully, but it couldn\'t break free at all.

Tang San had now moved closer, and when he witnessed this scene, his heart couldn\'t help but be secretly shocked. The strength of the Eighth Stage Winged Tiger was not weak, but it was completely unable to contend with a peer of the golden bloodline. Moreover, he could clearly sense that the Golden Holy Fire burning on the body of the Eighth Stage Winged Tiger was fueled by its body and its bloodline power. The Golden Holy Fire had actually ignited the bloodline of the Winged Tiger, and the flames grew stronger and stronger.

An even more bizarre scene occurred—Song Junhou\'s body was actually absorbing the burning Golden Flames. In other words, he ignited the Golden Holy Fire on the body of the Winged Tiger at the cost of burning the tiger\'s body, and then absorbed these Golden Flames himself.

Song Junhou\'s previously depleted physical strength and bloodline power were clearly recovering rapidly.

The golden bloodline could actually be used like this? This was obviously the unique and powerful ability of the golden bloodline. Truly worthy of the name golden!

However, Tang San also felt a pang of regret—allowing it to burn like this, all the valuable parts of the Eighth Stage Winged Tiger would be burned away.

Previously, Song Junhou had not done this, obviously because he was reluctant. But now, with a formidable enemy lurking in the shadows, he could no longer afford to be stingy. He directly used the powerful ability of the Golden Holy Fire to feed the battle and restore himself to his peak.

The intense golden flames burned, and the screams of the Eighth Stage Winged Tiger under him were becoming fainter and fainter.

Just then, a thunderous tiger\'s roar suddenly resounded.

Upon hearing this roar, perhaps as a last flash of energy, the Winged Tiger suppressed under Song Junhou suddenly let out a roar. The golden flames on its body burst outward. A dazzling green light erupted from its body, forcefully throwing Song Junhou off.

The eyes of Song Junhou, transformed into the Golden Lion, flickered with light, revealing a hint of surprise as he looked up at the sky.

The Eighth Stage Winged Tiger, scorched and battered by the Golden Holy Fire, seemed as if it had unleashed its last life force and now lay prostrate on the ground, its breath weakening and on the brink of death at any moment.

Meanwhile, the other two Seventh Stage Winged Tigers, having also heard that deafening roar, became frenzied. They showed no intention of fleeing, launching an all-out, almost defenseless offensive. Surprisingly, they began to turn the tide and forced the Steel-backed ape monster and the Cat Demon to keep retreating. It was only with the support of Pretty Girl that they could barely hold on.

For an instant, the sky itself seemed to darken. In the next moment, the wind element in the air suddenly became incredibly dense. Whirling winds, carrying a stench, continuously burst forth and exploded. Then, something even more terrifying happened.

Loud tiger roars resonated one after another, clearly not something a single Winged Tiger could produce. The deafening roars seemed to bring the mountain valley to life, filled with madness and the mournful howls of savagery.

Song Junhou\'s face changed dramatically, and without any hesitation, he shouted, "Quick, break out!"

As he spoke, without any hesitation, he instantly pounced toward the Seventh Grade Winged Tiger in front of the Cat Demon. The blinding Golden Holy Fire condensed into a tiger claw, swatting the Winged Tiger and seriously wounding it. Immediately following that, with a leap, his tiger tail swept horizontally, flinging another Seventh Grade Winged Tiger away. Working with the Steel-backed Ape Monster, who slammed its staff down, they shattered the Wing Protective Energy of the Winged Tiger, collapsing its shoulder.

But at this time, they could no longer afford to continue killing the two Seventh Grade Winged Tigers. The seven-member squad, without any hesitation, picked a direction and ran at the command of Song Junhou.

Meanwhile, Tang San had already concealed himself atop the canopy of a large tree, using the Spirit Rhinoceros Eye to hide his aura, not allowing even the slightest whiff of it to escape.

In the sky, a Winged Tiger of enormous size almost instantly flew past, heading straight for the direction where Song Junhou and his team were fleeing. Not only that, Winged Tigers from all directions flew in, all pursuing and aiming to kill Song Junhou and his team.

A twitch formed at the corner of Tang San\'s mouth; it seemed he might have overplayed his hand!

He had used a droplet of his blood essence to release his scent, intending to draw the Winged Tiger King that saw him as an enemy.

Last time, in a moment of crisis, he had killed what must have been the mate of the Winged Tiger King. The loss of a mate and children was surely a devastating blow to the Winged Tiger King.

During Zhang Haoxuan\'s outbreak at that time, the Winged Tiger King was injured and had to temporarily retreat. But for these powerful Demon Beasts, remembering the scent of an enemy was the most basic ability. When Tang San released his blood essence and his aura bloomed, there was no doubt he would be discovered.

With the help of the Spirit Rhinoceros Eye and his strong control over Spiritual Power, the aura he released was directed toward Song Junhou.

Song Junhou possessed body-protecting Golden Holy Fire; as the blood essence approached, it naturally burned up, but that scent had settled on him. This was the real \'gift\' Tang San had sent to him.

Even Tang San had not expected that the Winged Tiger King would not only come itself for revenge but also call upon all the Winged Tigers of the entire region to battle. This really was a bit too much!

No matter how fast Song Junhou and his team ran, could they outspeed the Winged Tigers that grew wings on their backs and were skilled in Wind Element Control? Breaking out was not an easy feat.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Tang San quickly regained his composure. He wasn\'t very worried about the safety of the Beauty and Beast Squad. As a member of the Golden Family with a bloodline, Song Junhou surely had more tricks up his sleeve. The strength he had just shown was enough to indicate that even in a one-on-one battle with the Winged Tiger King, he might not win, but he wouldn\'t lose either. It was just that the previous battle had drained a lot.

Moreover, there was Pretty Girl. If Pretty Girl could face five Eighth Stage members of the Peacock Demon Clan with such calm, her own trump cards and background must be sufficient to face Ninth Stage opponents. With Tang San guarding in secret, ready to assist at the critical moment, ensuring her safety wouldn\'t be a problem, not to mention the teacher was there too. Now Tang San was somewhat worried that gathering too many Winged Tiger corpses might make it a bit inconvenient to dispose of the evidence!

In just a short while, dozens of Winged Tigers had flown over, all of them Seventh Grade or higher, with several at the Eighth Grade. Under the lead of the Winged Tiger King, they gave chase to kill the enemy.

Tang San descended from the skies; the two previously injured Seventh Grade Winged Tigers were now crawling on the ground, their combat strength reduced to a mere two to three tenths. At this moment, this area was the safest, as most of the adult Winged Tigers had gone to pursue their enemies.