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

Chapter 86 The Warrior Temple Heir [Bonus Chapter of 1000 words]

When Feng Yao looked up, his heart suddenly clenched.

It was a demon shrouded in a gray robe, its face hidden by a hood, revealing only a withered hand, its fingertips swirling with an aura darker than the abyss.

Although he had not seen the aura of all seventy-two demon gods, he could recognize their identities from their faces.

"The thirty-eighth pillar, the greedy demon god Mammon!"

Feng Yao gripped his battle halberd tightly, his silver-white battle aura surging wildly, his wings creating afterimages behind him.

His cultivation level of seventh or eighth rank was still as insignificant as a child in front of this demon god. The other party did not even release his full strength, but just by using his aura, he made his spiritual power circulation stagnate by 30%.

Mammon slowly raised his other hand, and a black crystal appeared in his palm, reflecting Feng Yao's figure: "To be able to kill an eighth-rank with a seventh-rank, your soul is quite a valuable collectible."

Before the words were finished, a chain suddenly shot out from the black crystal. The chain was covered with barbs, and each barb shimmered with a ghostly light that devoured spiritual energy.

Feng Yao tried to dodge with the Shattering Void Flash, but found that the surrounding space was imprisoned by the opponent, and his figure could only flicker half a foot in place.

"Ding!"

The chains wrapped around the halberd, and the barbs instantly pierced the halberd's body. A wisp of silver-white battle aura was actually absorbed by the barbs and turned into nourishment for the black crystal.

Feng Yao was horrified; this demon god's ability could actually devour spiritual power!
"Give up the resistance," Mammon's voice was seductive. "Becoming my possession is better than dying on this battlefield."

Feng Yao suddenly laughed, and his silver-white battle qi surged within his body.

"You want my life? We'll see if you have the guts!"

"Super Beast Arms!"

"Roar--!"

With a roar from Feng Yao, his silvery-white battle qi erupted like a volcano, and a white tiger phantom suddenly expanded to a height of thirty feet, merging with his body.

The light of the super beast weapon pierced through the gloom of the battlefield. The ferocious white tiger's claws gleamed with a sharp light that could tear stars apart, and its tail was indestructible!
"That's interesting."

Mammon's hood swayed slightly, and the chains emitted from the black crystals suddenly swelled, like a giant, living python, coiling towards Feng Yao. Feng Yao manipulated the Tiger Roaring Beast, its claws crossed, and silver-white battle aura condensed into a massive cross-shaped blade of light: "White Tiger Cross Slash!"

The light blade collided with the chain, producing a deafening roar.

The barbs that could devour spiritual energy were cut off inch by inch by the fighting spirit of the super beast armor. The fighting spirit absorbed by the black crystal also began to backfire, and spider web-like cracks appeared on its surface.

"Hmm?" Mammon's voice carried a hint of surprise. "No wonder you're so fearless."

He flicked his finger, and the black crystal transformed into a beam of black light, merging into his withered palm.

Mammon's figure suddenly blurred, and the next second he appeared in front of Feng Yao, his palm striking Feng Yao's chest with an all-consuming power: "Greed Domain!"

Centered on the two, the space within a hundred feet suddenly turned gray-black. Feng Yao felt his silver-white battle qi being rapidly drained away, and even the light of the Super Beast Armor dimmed a bit.

"Want to devour my battle qi? Here you go!" A hint of arrogance flashed in Feng Yao's eyes as he deliberately injected some of his battle qi into Mammon's palm.

But this part of his fighting spirit contains the necromantic power he drew from the Eternal Melody.

"puff--"

Mammon's palm suddenly emitted a burst of white smoke. He groaned and took a half step back.

The power of the Light Necromancer repelled his Domain of Greed, causing him a minor injury.

"You're asking for death!" Mammon was completely enraged. His gray robes fluttered even without wind, revealing his face beneath the hood.

It was a face covered in wrinkles, with eyes that were like two black holes, radiating a greedy light.

He formed hand seals, and black demonic patterns spread across the ground, forming a massive array: "Ten Thousand Demons Devour Souls!"

...[Actually, I sent it to the wrong person, QAQ]

(End of this chapter)