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

Chapter 91 Tiger Roars Through the Nebula! The Demon Emperor Descends!

Feng Yao's roar shook the ice prison, and the Tiger Roar God transformed into countless silver-white light spots that merged into his body.

A completely different power erupted from the depths of his blood.

It was no longer pure silver-white battle aura, but a mixture of crimson-gold violent energy, each strand carrying a domineering power capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.

His figure rose half a foot in the torrent of energy, his white hair moved without wind, and his pupils were tinged with a layer of reddish gold.

The battle aura surrounding him no longer solidified, but transformed into surging golden waves. Wherever it passed, the azure demonic patterns of the Ice Prison melted away like snow meeting the sun.

Most surprisingly, a nebula slowly rose above Feng Yao's head.

It was a white tiger phantom formed from pure battle qi, but it was ten times larger than the Tiger Roaring God state. Countless points of light flickered in the nebula, as if it contained the power of the entire starry sky.

"Tiger Roars Through the Nebula!"

These four words, uttered by Feng Yao, carried a metallic clang.

As soon as he finished speaking, the nebula spirit above his head suddenly accelerated its rotation, and countless points of light turned into meteors, crashing towards the inner wall of the ice prison.

“Crack—boom!”

The five-zhang-high ice prison shattered amidst the meteor shower, its fragments being crushed into dust by the raging battle qi before they even hit the ground.

The wall of corpses controlled by Asmon rushed forward, only to be engulfed by the golden raging waves and instantly turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of black smoke behind.

"This... what kind of power is this?"

Marca's hand holding the bone staff began to tremble. He could feel that Feng Yao's aura was subtly overwhelming him as he activated the Demon God Pillar.

A flicker of fear crossed Asmon's eyes, but he still forced out the chains: "Spirit Binding Lock!"

Dark gold chains, accompanied by mournful howls, coiled around Feng Yao, attempting to bind his soul.

But Feng Yao merely raised his hand, and the White Tiger Nebula Spirit above his head suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a golden beam of light. The beam of light instantly melted the chains and slammed into Asmon's chest with undiminished force.

"puff--"

The Bound Spirit Demon God was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. Countless holes burst open in its dark golden armor, and the demonic blood it spat out was purified by golden battle qi in mid-air.

He crashed into a broken wall in the distance, struggling to get up, only to find that the magic power within his body was being frantically devoured by some domineering force.

"It's your turn!"

Feng Yao turned to look at Markai, his crimson-gold pupils devoid of any warmth.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, and instantly appeared in front of the Ice Demon God, his fist blasting out with the power of a swirling nebula!
"Die, you bastard!"

Marca hastily raised her bone staff to defend herself, and a blinding light burst forth from the top of the staff.

However, the moment the golden fist made contact with the bone staff, the hard bone staff shattered like glass.

The force of the punch slammed into Marca's chest, causing his phantom demon pillar to shake violently.

"Do not--!"

The Ice Demon God let out a desperate scream, and his body exploded, turning into countless points of light along with his demon god pillar.

At that instant, Feng Xiu, the Demon God Emperor, who was far away in the Demon Clan camp, slowly raised his head, his purple vertical pupils surging with terrifying demonic energy.

His previously nonchalant smile vanished completely: "The Demon God Pillar is shattered... This 'seed' is sharper than I expected."

Agares knelt on the ground, bowing his head even lower: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger, I will..." "No need."

Feng Xiu stood up, his dark gold dragon-patterned robe fluttering without wind, and the space around him began to distort. "Since he is so sharp, I will personally break him."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the spot.

On the battlefield of Zhennanguan, just as the seven demon gods broke through the blockade, the sky suddenly darkened.

It wasn't dark clouds obscuring the sun, but rather some far more terrifying force blocking out the light.

A towering, thousand-foot-tall demonic figure appeared in the sky above the battlefield, with Demon God Emperor Fengxiu hovering above the clouds.

The purple vertical pupils looked down at the earth, and the mere pressure emanating from it made all the human soldiers kneel on the ground, and even the powerful members of the Emperor-level Demon Hunter Group couldn't help but tremble.

"The Demon King..."

Qin Lie supported the swaying Feng Yao, his voice hoarse with fear, "He actually came in person!"

Feng Yao forced himself to look up at the towering figure, feeling his very soul tremble.

The opponent's aura far surpassed that of any demon god they had encountered before, as if all things in heaven and earth were under his control.

Feng Yao took a deep breath, and the violent, crimson-gold battle qi within his body surged wildly. The Tiger Roar Nebula spirit above his head spun even faster, with countless points of light leaping within the nebula as if trying to break free from its restraints.

Faced with an existence like Demon Emperor Fengxiu, any retreat would mean destruction; the only option is to fight to the very end.

"Fengxiu, take this!"

Feng Yao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indomitable fighting spirit, and it clearly resounded throughout the entire battlefield under the overwhelming pressure of the Demon God Emperor.

Feng Xiu narrowed his purple vertical pupils slightly, looking down at the tiny yet astonishing figure below. A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips: "A mere human dares to address me by my name? It seems that slaying several demon gods has made you arrogant."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Xiu casually raised his right hand and gently pressed it against Feng Yao.

In an instant, the sky changed color, and an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended upon Feng Yao.

This pressure was not simply physical oppression, but contained the immense power of the laws of heaven and earth, as if the entire sky was about to collapse and completely crush Feng Yao.

"I'll risk it all!" Feng Yao roared, pouring all the crimson-gold battle qi in his body into the Tiger Roaring Nebula Spirit Body above his head.

"Tiger Roars Through the Nebula!"

With a roar from Feng Yao, the White Tiger Nebula Spirit above his head suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. The white tiger phantom opened its huge mouth and spat out a crimson-gold beam of light that condensed the power of the entire nebula towards the terrifying pressure in the sky.

A beam of light shot into the sky, colliding violently with the terrifying pressure that Feng Xiu had pressed down.

"Boom——!"

A deafening roar echoed across the heavens and earth, and the entire Zhennanguan battlefield shook violently, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.

The soldiers on both sides were thrown about by the terrifying shockwave, and many of the weaker soldiers were even knocked unconscious.

Where the crimson-gold beam of light collided with that terrifying pressure, space itself began to distort and shatter, forming pitch-black spatial rifts that devoured everything around it.

Feng Yao felt an overwhelming force coming from the other end of the pillar of light, as if a mountain thousands of feet high was pressing down on him.

His bones creaked and cracked, and his skin split open instantly, gushing out blood.

But he gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fighting spirit continued to pour into the pillar of light, preventing it from retreating even an inch.

(End of this chapter)