Above the Star Luo Imperial City, dark clouds pressed down so heavily they made it hard to breathe.
Thunder rolled through the clouds, but instead of the usual silvery white, it carried a bloody crimson hue.
On the palace square, tens of thousands of royal imperial guards sliced open their wrists.
Blood gathered into rivers, flowing along the grooves in the ground toward the massive White Tiger altar at the center.
Dai Tianfeng stood with his hair disheveled, raising his scepter high as his voice turned hoarse and crazed.
"By the blood of my imperial clan, I summon the ancient war soul! Evil-Eyed Sacred King, descend!!"
With that final roar, a pillar of bloody light burst from the center of the altar and shot into the sky.
The blood-red light condensed in midair, forming the phantom of an enormous white tiger over a thousand meters long.
The white tiger bore wings upon its back and double pupils in its eyes, radiating a terrifying pressure powerful enough to crush Titled Douluo.
This was not a power of the mortal world. It was pseudo-divine power that had truly touched the threshold of godhood.
The soldiers atop the city walls erupted in cheers.
Yet Qin Feng, standing atop a bone dragon a thousand meters in the air, merely adjusted his glasses coldly.
"So this is your so-called trump card? Primitive, crude, and utterly devoid of beauty."
Beside him, Orochimaru extended his long tongue and licked his pale cheek, his golden snake eyes filled with greed.
"Qin Feng-kun, this big tiger's genetic sequence looks rather delicious."
"Though it was forcibly cultivated through an inferior blood sacrifice, that berserk energy is perfect for testing my 'children.'"
Qin Feng gave a slight nod and casually lowered his right hand.
"Granted."
"Deploy the Xenomorph Legion."
Orochimaru let