"White Tiger Lady?"
A large group of intelligent beings nearby looked over.
They saw a large pool of blood at a certain spot, originating from a robustly built White Tiger Man.
This White Tiger Man was dressed in a black robe with mysterious golden patterns, and beside him was a wooden magic staff with two extinguished Adman crystal balls.
"This crystal ball..."
"That's right, it's specifically used for divination!"
"No wonder it got blown to bits, turns out it was a Divination Master!"
"No, it's Kweir, a level sixteen Divination Master from the Ilya White Tiger clan."
"What a pity, gone just like that!"
"Yes, indeed!"
"What's there to pity? A level sixteen powerhouse, don't they understand the concept of 'absolute' and 'relative'?"
"Precisely, clinging to absolute notions, if not dying here, they will die elsewhere!"
"But frankly, it's quite a waste, dying on the battlefield would be better."
"True, the Horus frontline is tense now, definitely need to take heed."
