The ferocious tiger had emerged, its demonic might soaring to the heavens.
The dim sky was completely dyed red by the surging Blood Light around it. The entire sky over the New Continent had turned blood-red, creating an ominous sign that a disaster was about to arrive.
Then again, the unsealing of Curse Tiger's power was indeed an unprecedented super-disaster.
At that moment, no matter which corner of the New Continent one stood in, looking up would reveal the blood-colored ferocious tiger standing in the sky, eyes closed as it waited for time to run out.
Every breath the ferocious tiger took was accompanied by howling gales. The wind carried a dense bloody stench that made people want to vomit.
With every rise and fall of its body, space seemed to twist, giving off repeated sizzling sounds as if enduring unbearable pressure.
This direct oppressive force alone far surpassed that of the Tengu Pseudo-God in the past. Even the later avatars of the Five Great Ancestor Gods could not compare.
After all, although the avatars of the Five Great Ancestor Gods possessed high-level power, they could mobilize very little Divine Power.
Thus, the oppression they brought when they appeared was the indifference of higher beings looking down on the level of life itself.
But Curse Tiger was now a true demigod, with more than three thousand units of Divine Power hidden within his body! Without the game's restrictions, even if the number of humans increased tenfold, they still could not escape the plague disaster caused by the eruption of so much Divine Power.
"A bunch of bugs. Do you really think you can stop me?"
Looking down at the Human Legion gathered before the Hundred Severed Mountain Range, Curse Tiger could not help sneering contemptuously.
From these people, he had