How did the Woodcutter Sage appear here? The altar he used seems to have been prepared in advance—could it be that someone from this world summoned him?
Quinn’s mind thundered—the altar was buried at the center of the battlefield, and the moment the two armies collided, countless blood and flesh triggered the altar, summoning the Woodcutter Sage.
This was clearly premeditated!
He recalled Sage Tranquil’s words that the Woodcutter Sage had awakened just over a month ago, leaving with his great axe. Clearly, the Sage received some news, woke from slumber, and prepared to descend into this world through ritual.
Quinn blocked the enemy’s attacks. Behind him, the Gate of Bearing Heaven suddenly expanded; Quinn spun, and the gate swept around, instantly sending the attacking Skyfiends straight to the Netherworld without a sound.
Whoosh—
The tiger god carried the Woodcutter Sage off the altar, charging straight into the enemy camp. The tiger turned back in surprise, glancing at Quinn. A thunderous voice rang out: "Master, that person looks like your junior!"
On the tiger’s back, the Woodcutter Sage turned to look at Quinn, who was fighting off the Skyfiends before the Gate of Bearing Heaven. His gaze was dazzling, illuminating the altar’s surroundings.
Strange—how did he come to Supreme Emperor Heaven…
The Woodcutter Sage withdrew his gaze. Wherever the tiger god passed, people and horses were sent flying. The tiger roared, unleashing shockwaves that blasted countless demons into the air.
In the chaos, Quinn saw the scene and suddenly pictured Bruno the Dragon-Qilin’s round belly, feeling envious of the Woodcutter Sage: “That tiger god calls him master—it must be his mount. So mighty!”
On the tiger’s back, the Woodcutter Sage swung his great axe, cleaving through the attacking demon gods’ divine arts. With a few leaps, the tiger carried him to the heart of the enemy camp.
From leaping off the altar to reaching the enemy camp took only a breath.
The Woodcutter Sage raised his axe—one swing, and a four-headed demon god was decapitated before it could even rise, all four massive heads flying from its neck.
Hathira!
Demon gods charged in from all sides, circling and battling the tiger god. The Woodcutter Sage sat atop the tiger’s back, axe swinging, its light surging like waves.
Grand Fostering Heavenly Demon Sutra! No—he’s using the complete Overlord Three-Core Art!
Quinn was forced back by the attacking Skyfiends, retreating toward the altar. In the chaos, he saw this and was moved: “His understanding of the Overlord Three-Core Art far surpasses mine!”
The Woodcutter Sage wasn’t just swinging his axe—his other hand unleashed various Grand Fostering Heavenly Demon Sutra techniques. But these weren’t single arts; he combined countless techniques, weaving them together like Tyson Li’s Grand Firmament Star-Palm, fusing hundreds into one.
Others couldn’t tell he was using the Grand Fostering Heavenly Demon Sutra, but as the Heavenly Demon Cult Master, Quinn recognized it instantly.