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

Chapter 79 The Fourth Pillar of the Necromancers, Flame Princess! [Please check in and subscribe!]

Just as everyone was about to rush out of the valley, a suffocating pressure suddenly descended from heaven and earth.

The oppressive aura did not come from the demonic dragon, but rather carried a deeper, more ancient dark aura, as if even sunlight was being swallowed up by this power.

The temperature in the valley plummeted, and even the flowing air froze into ice crystals that reeked of corpses.

"Leave? Have you asked me first?"

A hoarse voice rang out, like the whispers of countless wronged souls.

The space in the center of the valley suddenly distorted, and a figure shrouded in darkness slowly emerged. The deathly aura surrounding the figure even caused the rock walls to begin to peel and decay.

Ye Qiu's expression changed drastically. His knuckles turned white from gripping the spear so tightly that his voice was as cold as ice: "The Seventy-Two Pillars of Demon Gods... the fourth pillar, the Necromancer Demon God Samigina!"

Feng Yao controlled the Roaring Tiger God, his blue pupils locked onto that figure.

The spiritual power surging within the opponent's body was like a boundless black sea, causing the surrounding spiritual power to flow back with every breath. It was probably a terrifying existence at the fifth level of the ninth rank, more troublesome than all the enemies encountered before combined.

"They actually alarmed the Fourth Pillar Demon God..."

Yu Wenzhou's voice was grave, and the gem at the top of his staff began to flash rapidly, "Feng Yao, you go first, we'll cover your retreat!"

"Heh~" Samigina chuckled and tapped lightly with his withered finger.

That seemingly casual movement caused ripples in the space, and the six-star light prison set up by Yu Wenzhou instantly shattered into countless points of light, leaving no room for resistance.

After escaping their confinement, the six dragon leaders immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, their heads pressed tightly against the earth, barely daring to breathe loudly.

Even these commanders of the personal guards had to be respectful before this necromancer.

"No one can leave."

Samigina's gaze swept over Feng Yao, a hint of crimson amusement flashing in his dark eyes. "A human brat who could single-handedly slaughter my clan's personal guards... quite a fine sacrifice. Come with me to pay homage to His Majesty the Demon Emperor!"

Before he finished speaking, his withered hand suddenly transformed into a blur, spanning dozens of feet across the space regardless of distance. His five fingers were bent like hooks, carrying a deathly aura that could tear apart the soul, and he rushed straight for Tiger Roar God's face.

The speed was so fast that even Ye Qiu's spear only had time to draw half a golden light before it was completely unable to intercept it.

Feng Yao's pupils shrank sharply, and the silver-white battle aura around Hu Xiaoshen boiled instantly. The white tiger phantom behind him swelled to ten zhang tall, its claws crossed in front of its chest.

"clang--!"

The moment the black claws collided, a deafening roar exploded.

Feng Yao felt an overwhelming force flowing through his arms, and the silvery-white battle aura on Tiger Roar God's body dimmed at a visible speed, like clear water being thrown into an inkwell.

He groaned inside the super beast, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Is this the power of a top-tier demon god? A mere casual strike almost forced him out of his super beast form.

"interesting."

Samigina tightened his black claws slightly, and cracks spread across his battle aura instantly. "Unfortunately, it's not enough."

As the death energy surged at his fingertips, Tiger Roar God's silvery-white battle aura suddenly turned ashen, as if it had been eroded by invisible mold.

"Commander!" Huang Shaotian shouted urgently, and the Ice Rain Sword transformed into a sky full of cold stars, attempting to harass Samigina's flank.

But the Necromancer simply waved his sleeve, and the icy sword energy shattered like waves crashing against rocks. The death energy rebounded along the sword net, leaving a gray-black burn on Huang Shaotian's arm.

"Don't think about it!"

Ye Qiu's roar was like a thunderclap. He kicked hard against the rock wall with both feet and used the momentum to throw his spear.

The golden dragon phantom shot out from the spear with a force capable of tearing apart heaven and earth, and slammed into Samigina's black claws.

"Bam—!"

The golden light and the deathly aura clashed violently. Although the golden dragon phantom was corroded by the deathly aura and its scales were peeling off, it still managed to force the black claws back half an inch. In that instant, Feng Yao suddenly controlled the Tiger Roar God to retreat, and his silver-white battle qi exploded in front of his chest, barely managing to break free from the entanglement of the deathly aura.

"Hmm?" Samigina's black robe swayed slightly, seemingly surprised by the surprise attack. "Gun Soul? Humanity has produced a decent one."

Samigina's voice carried a hint of surprise. He turned to look at Ye Qiu, his dark eyes burning even more crimson. "However, this level of power is still insufficient."

As he spoke, his other withered hand also turned into a black shadow and struck towards Ye Qiu. Wherever the palm wind passed, the air seemed to freeze, and deathly aura filled the air, making people shudder.

Ye Qiu's expression hardened, and he swept his spear horizontally. The golden dragon phantom opened its huge mouth and bit at the black claw. At the same time, he quickly retreated to create distance.

Just then, Mo Fan's eyes narrowed, his hands quickly formed hand seals, and he chanted, "Flame Princess, come out!"

As he finished speaking, a fiery red figure slowly emerged from the flames.

It was a level 10 elf dressed in a fiery red dress, with a graceful figure and surrounded by blazing flames. She was none other than Mo Fan's natal magical beast, Yan Ji.

The moment she appeared, the surrounding temperature soared instantly, even dispelling some of the deathly aura emanating from Samigina.

"How to do?"

Yan Ji's voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried an air of authority that could not be underestimated.

"Help us hold him off!" Mo Fan said, pointing at Samigina.

Yan Ji nodded, her gaze falling on Samigina, a hint of fighting spirit flashing in her eyes.

With a wave of her hand, countless flaming spears appeared out of thin air, shooting towards Samigina with a whistling sound.

These flaming spears contained extreme heat, and wherever they passed, space was slightly distorted.

Seeing this, Samigina had no choice but to withdraw his black claws that were attacking Ye Qiu. With a flick of his sleeve, a dense aura of death formed a barrier in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The flaming spears struck the deathly barrier repeatedly, producing dull thuds. The barrier shook violently, but it never broke.

"A mere trick." Samigina sneered, and his black claws reached out again to grab Feng Yao and Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu and Feng Xiang exchanged a glance, both seeing determination in each other's eyes.

They attacked Samigina from the left and right, forming a pincer movement with Yan Ji.

In the valley, golden gunshots and fiery flames intertwined, clashing fiercely with the deathly aura of Samigina. The roars and explosions were deafening, and the entire valley trembled violently.

"puff--"

Ye Qiu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and the blood he spat out was corroded into black ash by the death energy in the air.

Samigina's attacks were like a storm, each claw strike carrying the power to tear apart the soul, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Old Mo! If you don't unleash your killing move soon, we're all going to be dead here!"

Ye Qiu roared as he parried with his spear, gray-black death energy patterns instantly appearing on his arm. "This guy is toying with us!"

As Mo Fan watched Yan Ji's flaming spear being continuously devoured by death energy, his eyes suddenly became resolute.

He bit his tongue and sprayed his blood onto Yan Ji: "Yan Ji, use that!"

"Understood!" Yan Ji's voice lost its childishness and was filled with the scorching heat of burning everything.

The flames around her suddenly surged, her fiery red dress transformed into flowing lava, her black hair moved without wind, and a diamond-shaped flame mark appeared between her brows.

That was a forbidden technique that she could only unleash by burning her very essence.

"Destructive Flames!"

(End of this chapter)