Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 42 Because I am the God of War! [Please check in and urge for more updates!]

"Boy, go to hell!"

The Beta Flying Demon's wing membranes vibrated, emitting piercing sound waves, and dark purple magic bullets rained down on Feng Yao.

"A mere trick!" Feng Yao sneered, his figure shooting upwards like a cannonball, his gray-white fist light wrapped with dark gold patterns striking the face of the seventh-tier Beta Flying Demon.

"How is this possible? It's ineffective!"

With a startled cry, Beta Flying Demon hurriedly crossed its claws to block, but heard a "crack" sound of bones breaking—Feng Yao's fist was so powerful that it cracked the claws of a seventh-tier demon.

At the same time, the two heads of the two-headed demonic eagle spewed out ice and flames respectively, which condensed into a destructive vortex in mid-air.

"That kid took too much risks."

"It's really a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers."

"Tch, if you were a sixth-tier cultivator at your age, wouldn't you be arrogant?"

"Stop shouting, prepare to rescue them!"

"Ok!"

On the city wall, a group of advanced professionals stared at Feng Yao's location, their eyes filled with worry.

This is, after all, the No. 1 Demon Hunter Team of this year, and its significance is extraordinary.

Even the chief of the Exorcist Pass, Holy Spirit Heart, had no confidence in Feng Yao and directly dispatched the most elite Xia Yin from the Assassin Temple.

"Hidden Hero No. 1 is ready to rescue people at any time."

"Yes!"

……

However, something unexpected happened: the two-headed demonic eagle's vortex of ice and fire crashed down on Feng Yao.

Feng Yao circulated his boundless spiritual power, transforming it into grayish-white flames, which finally condensed into a miniature black hole in his palm, forcefully swallowing the elemental breath of the demonic eagle.

"Go back!"

To suppress this spiritual power, Feng Yao swung his hand back and sent it flying towards the two-headed demonic vulture.

A powerful elemental breath, comparable to a seventh-tier magic spell, mixed with grayish-white flames, erupted fiercely, forcing even a seventh-tier two-headed demonic eagle to temporarily retreat.

In an instant, it rose into the air to a height of tens of meters.

Feng Yao turned around and threw a punch at Beta Feimo, who was lying in wait on the right. His fist was filled with energy, and gray-white flames were scattered wildly.

Bang! ! !
Beta Flying Demon flapped its wings and retreated, its wing membranes unfolding into an energy shield, but it was blasted by Feng Yao's fist, leaving spiderweb-like cracks.

At the same time, the two-headed demonic eagle, having dodged the attack, seized the opportunity to swing its sharp claws at his back, but was instead swept away by Feng Yao's prepared kick.

Feng Yao's spiritual energy fluctuations reached their peak, and his fists were covered with gray-white flames, making him look extremely fierce.

Beta Flying Demon and the Two-Headed Demon Eagle exchanged a glance and launched their attacks simultaneously. The former combined frontal firepower with physical attacks, while the latter unleashed its full firepower, bombarding the enemy relentlessly.

Feng Yao was not afraid at all; no matter what attack he was subjected to, it was reduced to dust under those iron fists.

"How is this possible? Why hasn't your spiritual power weakened?!" Beta Flying Demon roared in disbelief.

The two-headed demonic eagle beside it also had its four beastly eyes filled with confusion.

"Every battle enhances the spiritual power within me."

"Because I am the God of War!" Feng Yao's crimson eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his aura surged to the peak of the sixth rank.

He raised his hand to gather his strength, and the gray-white flames transformed into silver-white light spots, which finally condensed into a ball with a faint white tiger phantom on its surface.

"Flash Spirit Technique!"

This attack was incredibly fast; even Beta Flying Demon, a seventh-tier Sky Demon known for its speed, couldn't dodge it.

The moment it struck Beta Flying Demon, the silver-white light ball transformed into a white tiger, instantly opening its blood-red maw to swallow the demon's body, and the violent spiritual power instantly shattered it completely.

Facing the charging demonic vulture, Feng Yao simply leaped up and clamped his legs together, his legs exploding with the explosive power of a tiger's mouth, cleanly severing both heads of the two-headed vulture in a single strike. The high-level professionals on the city wall were all filled with shock and terror.

Clearly, they hadn't expected their opponent to have the strength to fight a seventh-tier demon so easily.

After a long while, a seventh-ranked individual, whose profession was unknown, said with a wry smile, "Truly, the younger generation is formidable! Such formidable strength at only sixth rank!"

"With my meager seventh-level strength, I was really overestimating myself when I tried to help."

The others had roughly the same expression.

The Holy Spirit in the command center stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.

If Feng Yao was able to kill two seventh-tier demons, then it means he could potentially kill him even if he hadn't used the Spirit Furnace.

This is truly astonishing, considering that Feng Yao is only fifteen years old at the time.

Not even an adult, this is absolutely the first case in human history!
"Will that kid's spiritual power keep increasing during the battle? What terrifying talent!"

The eighth-tier peak Xia Yin No. 1 has a much higher cultivation level than Sheng Lingxin, and can also detect Feng Yao's spiritual power changes in the command center.

……

At this moment, in the only empty space under the city wall, Feng Yao was panting heavily. Although his spiritual power was inexhaustible, even continuous bursts of spiritual power would cause brief pauses.

Suddenly he sensed danger and grabbed two seventh-tier demon corpses, dashing towards the city wall.

Don't stay here for long!

A stronger demon has arrived, likely drawn by the deaths of two seventh-tier demons.

Although he still has trump cards up his sleeve, it's incredibly irrational to use them as a mistress.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Yao had climbed up the city wall several hundred meters below, and while he was climbing with him, he smashed the Twin-Blade Demon into a meat patty with the corpse of a seventh-level demon and sent him down.

After returning to the city wall, Feng Yao looked down at the spot where the battle had taken place and, sure enough, there was a demon with an extremely terrifying aura staring at him.

"An eighth-tier two-headed demonic eagle! Kid, the one you just killed was probably one of its personal guards."

A burly man wearing Brilliant-grade battle armor patted Feng Yao on the shoulder with an approving look.

Feng Yao shook his head slightly, "He alone is nothing to fear, the real trouble is the Demon God!"

If it were just these mere eighth-tier demons, he wouldn't have retreated.

"Heh, I'm really getting old, I've actually forgotten about them." The burly man chuckled bitterly.

At this moment, Wang Yuanyuan stepped forward and asked with concern, "Ayao, are you hurt?"

"It's alright, take these two corpses to Lin Xin." Feng Yao shook his head and then handed her the corpse at his feet.

"That's good." Hearing Feng Yao's words, Wang Yuanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then shook her head.

"As for this thing, let him come and get it himself."

As she spoke, she waved to Lin Xin, who was cleaning up the bodies in the back, and he immediately came over.

"Boss, you killed all of these?!"

The moment Lin Xin saw the two seventh-tier demon corpses, he was completely stunned.

"Of course it was A Yao who killed him, otherwise would anyone else have given it to you?" Wang Yuanyuan said irritably.

"Oh, okay." Lin Xin quickly collected the body, then reminded him, "By the way, Commander, we should go back now; it's time for the shift change."

"Okay." Feng Yao nodded and walked down the city wall with Wang Yuanyuan and the others.

Along the way, countless soldiers were dragging their exhausted bodies back.

After all, not everyone is like Feng Yao, who never experiences physical exhaustion or insufficient spiritual energy during battle.

They are ordinary people with limited spiritual and physical strength.

(End of this chapter)