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

Chapter 90 Because I am the God of War!

"puff--"

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Feng Yao unleashed the ultimate Shattering Flash, his figure flashing like a ghost as he passed through the pincer attack, his claws gleaming with silver-white battle aura as he lunged at Mephisto's clone.

Although the phantom demon god's clone was powerful, it was ultimately inferior to the real body and was instantly torn apart by the claws, turning into a wisp of black smoke.

But the instant he defeated the clone, Nemesis's tentacles had already wrapped around the ankle of the Tiger Roaring God.

Dark green venom seeped into the gaps in the armor, and Feng Yao felt that Tiger Roar God's feet began to go numb and stiffen.

"Hahaha, you've been poisoned by my Bone-Corroding Poison, not even a god can save you!"

Nemesis laughed wildly and tried to tighten its tentacles, but then saw a resolute glint in Feng Yao's eyes.

"Explosive!"

The moment the silvery-white battle aura exploded at his ankle, Feng Yao forcibly twisted his body, and the flames flowed upwards along Nemesis's tentacles.

When those dark green tentacles came into contact with the flames, they burned fiercely like withered grass, emitting a pungent, acrid smell.

"what!!!"

Nemesis screamed and tried to retract its tentacles, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of the momentum from the explosion, Feng Yao pounced forward like an arrow, the silver-white battle aura gathered in his claws shimmering with silver light.

"Die!"

This strike was aimed directly at the Demon God Pillar and the heart. Feng Yao's claws ignored Nemesis's festering carapace and precisely pierced the Demon Core in his chest.

The silvery-white battle aura surged in like a tide, and wherever it passed, the dark green magic cores shattered rapidly.

The plague demon's screams abruptly ceased, its massive body crumbling inch by inch in the silvery flames, leaving only a black crystal riddled with holes and a broken pillar, which had lost all its luster by the time it hit the ground.

After dealing with Nemesis, Feng Yao didn't even have time to catch his breath before a sharp sound of space tearing came from behind him.

Mephisto's true form had arrived, and amidst the whirlwind whipped by his six pairs of bone wings were countless illusory short blades, each containing the power to sever souls.

"Well done!" Feng Yao's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and the numbness in his left leg temporarily subsided due to his killing intent.

Instead of dodging, he took the initiative to meet the attack head-on, his silvery-white battle aura condensing into a giant shield engraved with white tiger stripes in front of him.

The short blade struck the shield, producing a muffled sound like the tolling of a bell, and the soul-tearing power was absorbed by the patterns on the giant shield.

Mephisto's pupils shrank upon seeing this. He had never seen a human who could withstand his "Soul Blade" before. Just as he was about to change his move, Feng Yao suddenly withdrew his shield and locked his wrists with his claws like pincers.

"Shattering Void Flash Strangulation!"

Feng Yao's figure suddenly spun rapidly in place, and his silver-white battle aura formed a spiral-shaped killing field that engulfed Mephisto's true form.

The space trembled continuously as it spun at high speed, and the phantom demon's scales were torn off layer by layer, while its six pairs of bone wings were instantly shredded into pieces.

"Do not--!"

Mephisto let out a desperate roar, but his throat was blocked by the swirling battle aura.

He could feel his magic core being crushed bit by bit by the silver-white battle aura. His once-proud illusion abilities were useless under the crushing power.

Meanwhile, the demon faction...

Seeing this, Demon Emperor Feng Xiu's smile deepened: "It seems these three pieces of trash are not enough. Let the other nine from before go and surround them!"

“Yes!” Agares replied respectfully.

"Come on, let me see just how much potential you have!" Feng Xiu looked at Feng Yao on the screen with great interest.

……

Three breaths later, Feng Yao suddenly stopped spinning and tore outwards with his claws.

With a "whoosh," the true form of the Phantom Demon God was forcibly torn in two. Dark green demonic blood mixed with bone fragments flew everywhere, but it was purified into white smoke the moment it came into contact with Feng Yao's fighting spirit.

Having slain two great demon gods in succession, Feng Yao's aura was clearly disordered, and the numbness in his left leg surged like a tide, almost making it impossible for him to support his body.

But as his gaze swept across the battlefield, he saw that Qin Lie and the others were locked in a fierce battle with Behemoth. The mighty demon god, empowered by the demon god pillar, had managed to withstand the combined attack of the lightning spear and the longsword. Two members of the Emperor-level demon hunter team had already been injured.

"And you!"

Feng Yao bit his tongue, using the excruciating pain to force himself to regain his strength, and soared into the air once more.

Instead of charging directly at Behemoth, he aimed at the demon pillar connected to the aura of the mighty demon god.

"Flash Spirit Technique!" Feng Yao condensed all his remaining battle qi into a stream of light, ignoring the black flames surrounding the Demon God Pillar, and blasted it towards the phantom of the Demon God Pillar on the back of the Giant Power Demon God.

"Om-!"

Behemoth, who was fighting Qin Lie, let out a painful roar, and his huge body stiffened for a moment.

The Demon Pillar was damaged, and he was injured in the process.

"It's now!"

Qin Lie seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the purple lightning on his thunder spear surged: "Thunder Prison Dragon Break!"

The purple electric dragon pierced through Behemoth's chest, completely shattering the pulsating magma core.

The colossal demon god swayed and crashed to the ground, the dust it stirred up filling most of the battlefield.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, two dark figures had already pierced through the battlefield like ghosts and arrived in front of Feng Yao and Qin Lie.

The demon on the left is draped in dark gold chains, inlaid with countless skulls, each one emitting a mournful wail.

It was Asmon, the spirit-binding demon god of the 14th pillar.

The demon on the right wields a bone staff with an eyeball burning with ghostly flames embedded at its top. It is surrounded by a chilling aura that can freeze blood. It is none other than Marca, the Ice Demon God of the 17th Pillar.

"Interesting, he actually managed to kill several of them in a row."

Asmon's chains suddenly snapped, coiling around Feng Yao's neck like venomous snakes. "However, the game should end now."

Feng Yao's fighting spirit was nearly exhausted at this moment, and the numbness in Hu Xiaoshen's left leg spread to his waist and abdomen, so he could only barely turn sideways to avoid the chains.

But Marca's bone staff was already pointing at him from afar, and the will-o'-the-wisp at the top of the staff suddenly surged: "Icebound for Ten Thousand Years!"

A grayish-white chill surged in like a tide, instantly freezing the ground into a three-foot-thick layer of ice wherever it passed.

Tiger Roar God's feet were frozen in place, and the cold air climbed up his calves, making even the circulation of his silver-white battle qi sluggish.

"Young friend Feng Yao!"

Qin Lie's lightning spear swept across, shattering most of the cold air, but was bound by Asmon's chains.

The two demon gods exchanged a glance and simultaneously activated the power of the Demon God Pillar.

Two jet-black beams of light shot into the sky, elevating their aura to an unprecedented level.

"Binding Spirits and Devouring Souls!"

Asmon's chains suddenly exploded, turning into countless black threads that pierced the corpses of the fallen soldiers around him.

The corpses stood up strangely, their eyes glowing red, and brandished their broken weapons as they rushed towards Feng Yao, forming a human wall.

Marca seized the opportunity to close in, slamming her bone staff heavily on the ground: "Ice Prison!"

The ice around Feng Yao suddenly rose up, turning into a five-zhang-high ice prison, trapping him in the center.

The ice layer was covered with dark blue magical patterns, which continuously absorbed the last remaining battle energy in his body.

"Hahaha, I'll make you sleepy!"

Marka grinned maliciously, pointing her bone staff at the ice prison, "Let me show you what it's like to be frozen into an ice sculpture!"

Inside the ice prison, Feng Yao, who was inside the Tiger Roaring God, was pale and had completely lost feeling in his left leg.

But as he looked at the corpses of the manipulated soldiers outside the ice prison, a flame suddenly ignited in his eyes—a fighting spirit even more intense than his silver-white battle aura.

"Trying to trap me to death?"

Feng Yao's body began to tremble violently, and the power deep within his bloodline was fully activated, actually stirring up a small storm within the ice prison.

"Crack!"

The magical runes on the ice prison began to crumble inch by inch.

Asmon and Marca's expressions changed drastically. They could sense that a power far greater than before was awakening within the ice prison.

"Impossible! How could he still unleash such a powerful attack?"

Feng Yao's voice came from the ice prison, slightly hoarse but full of fighting spirit: "Because... I am the God of War!"

(End of this chapter)