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

Chapter 87: A Fierce Battle Against Three Great Demon Gods!

Countless black ghostly figures emerged from the formation and pounced on Feng Yao, each one trying to devour his soul.

Feng Yao manipulated the Roaring Tiger God to soar into the air, and a huge white tiger phantom formed around him with silvery-white battle qi: "Roaring Tiger, Howling Dragon!"

"Roar!!"

A deafening tiger's roar resounded, and the ghostly figures vanished amidst the roar.

Seizing the opportunity, Feng Yao swooped down, his claws striking Mammon with earth-shattering force: "White Tiger Splits the Sky!"

Mammon dared not be negligent. He crossed his arms in front of him, and black magic runes formed a solid barrier in front of him.

"Bam—!"

Feng Yao slammed his claws against the barrier, creating a deafening roar.

The barrier shook violently, and Mammon was forced back dozens of steps, leaving two deep furrows in the ground with his feet.

Just then, on the city wall of Zhennan Pass, several high-ranking experts finally noticed the battle taking place.

Han Qian, the Holy Knight Commander of the Knights' Temple, stared at Feng Yao's figure, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "What... kind of equipment is that?"

The cardinal of the priests' temple exclaimed in amazement, "He was able to fight the seventeenth demon god, Mammon, to this extent; his future is limitless!"

"I never expected that there would be such a young ninth-tier expert in the Holy Alliance!"

A level eight warrior from the Warrior's Temple said with a wry smile, "That kid is still so fierce!"

"From your palace?"

"Yes, the successor to the Palace Master!"

"it is good!"

The senior executives exchanged glances, all seeing joy and anticipation in each other's eyes.

On the battlefield, the battle between Fengyao and Mammon continues.

With the supreme power of Tiger Roar God at the ninth rank and fourth level, Feng Yao continued to suppress Mammon.

Although Mammon was powerful, the Greed Domain was much less effective against Feng Yao's silver-white battle aura.

"Boy, you've successfully angered me!" Mammon roared, his body erupting with dense black energy, from which countless black longswords condensed and shot towards Feng Yao.

Not to be outdone, Feng Yao unleashed countless silver-white blades of light behind him, their silver-white battle aura rushing towards the black longsword.

"Boom boom boom——!"

The light blades and black swords clashed repeatedly, and the shockwaves from the explosions forced the surrounding demons and human soldiers to retreat.

"I don't have enough time to waste!"

Feng Yao muttered to himself, "We must finish this quickly."

He took a deep breath and concentrated all his silver-white battle aura into his claws.

With its claws carrying earth-shattering power, it slammed towards Mammon.

A flicker of fear flashed in Mammon's eyes. He sensed the terror of the attack and tried to dodge, but found that his body was locked in place by Feng Yao's battle aura and he could not move.

"Do not--!"

Before Mammon's roar had even faded, two dark figures tore through the dust and smoke of the battlefield like lightning.

The figure on the left was clad in blood-red armor, wielding a giant axe that exuded the murderous aura of slaughtering millions; as the axe blade sliced ​​through the air, the wails of the dead echoed.

The demon on the right was shrouded in dark green miasma, its ten fingers coiling like poisonous vines, turning even rocks into pus wherever it passed.

"Twenty-three pillars, slaughtering the demon god Baal!"

"Twenty-seven pillars, the poisonous miasma demon god Bilie!"

Feng Yao's pupils contracted sharply, and his momentum as he slammed his claws toward Mammon faltered.

Although these two demon gods were slightly inferior to Mammon, they were still high-level demon gods capable of standing alone. Their joining forces to provide assistance at this moment was tantamount to adding insult to injury.

Baal's giant axe was already behind him, carrying the force to cleave mountains and rivers. Feng Yao could only forcefully twist his body, his silver-white battle aura condensing into a thick shield on his back: "Holy Wall!"

"clang--!"

The giant axe slammed into the shield, causing Feng Yao's blood and qi to surge, and a crack even appeared on Tiger Roar God's armor.

He used the recoil to swoop down, barely avoiding the poisonous vines that Belial had wrapped around him.

The dark green vines fell to the ground, instantly corroding deep pits that emitted white smoke.

Taking advantage of the moment, Mammon broke free from the aura lock, a venomous glint flashing in the black hole beneath his gray robe: "Baal, Belial, don't let him escape! This human's talent is unpredictable!"

Baal laughed wildly and swung his giant axe: "Slaughter Domain!"

Countless crimson blade shadows erupted from his body, slicing Feng Yao's retreat into pieces.

Belial then formed a hand seal, and the dark green miasma spread rapidly, turning human soldiers and demon soldiers alike into a pool of pus wherever it passed.

It had no effect on the three demon gods.

Feng Yao was caught in a three-way attack.

Tiger Roar God's silver-white battle aura fluctuated violently, and his ninth-level, fourth-grade power was also stretched thin under the siege of three ninth-level, third-grade demon gods.

He gritted his teeth, his claws waving rapidly, his silver-white battle aura transforming into barriers that barely held off Baal's blood-red blade shadows and Belial's dark green miasma.

"This can't go on; we need to find a way out!"

Feng Yao thought to himself, his gaze quickly sweeping over the three demon gods.

Mammon had just broken free of his lock-on and his aura was not yet fully stable. Baal's offensive was fierce, but his defense was relatively weak. Belial's poisonous miasma, though insidious, needed time to build up.

"I choose you!" A resolute glint flashed in Feng Yao's eyes. He suddenly concentrated most of his silver-white battle aura on his right wing, enduring Baal's giant axe blow head-on. Using the force of the impact, he charged toward Mammon like an arrow released from a bow.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing this, Mammon sneered and formed hand seals again, creating a giant net of black magic patterns in front of him, attempting to trap Feng Yao.

Feng Yao, however, was prepared. The moment he approached Mammon, he suddenly used "Shattering Void Flash," his figure appearing out of thin air to Mammon's left side. His claws, imbued with sharp silver-white battle aura, fiercely grabbed at Mammon's gray robe.

"Pfft!"

Caught off guard, Mammon's gray robe was torn open, revealing his emaciated body underneath.

He let out a cry of pain, his eyes filled with even more venom: "Die!"

Countless black energy spheres shot out from Mammon's body and hurtled towards Feng Yao.

Feng Yao dared not take the attack head-on. He stepped back quickly, and at the same time, his silver-white battle aura formed a rotating vortex in front of him, drawing the energy balls aside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The energy spheres exploded on the ground, creating huge craters.

"Whoosh~~!!"

Feng Yao took the opportunity to catch his breath, only to find that Baal and Belial had surrounded him again.

Baal's giant axe cleaved through the air with a whooshing sound as it struck Feng Yao's head, while Belial's poisonous vines coiled around Feng Yao's legs like serpents.

Despite the danger, Feng Yao remained calm and manipulated the Tiger Roar God, crossing its claws in front of him to block, unleashing his silver-white battle aura to its fullest extent.

A massive, silvery-white claw-like beam shot out from between the claws, simultaneously forcing Baal and Belial back.

However, Feng Yao was also forced back by the force of the recoil, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha, human brat, let's see how long you can last!" Baal laughed wildly and launched another fierce attack.

Feng Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame: "Then let's give it a try!"

He took a deep breath and mobilized all the remaining silver-white battle qi in his body. Tiger Roar God's figure left afterimages in the same spot as he constantly shuttled between the three demon gods.

(End of this chapter)