This was the bloodlust ingrained in the bones of the Beast Mountain Clan. Once they entered battle, they wished they could unleash their full strength.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black!
Nine soul rings appeared beneath Beast Mountain. A full six of them were ten-thousand-year soul rings, one of the reasons he had been able to cultivate to rank ninety-eight. His ninth soul ring was over ninety thousand years old, with a faint layer of red light on it.
Members of the Beast Mountain Clan generally possessed exceptionally powerful physiques and could absorb soul rings beyond their level. This was an innate talent they were born with.
The Giant Thunder Beast Martial Soul excelled in strength and defense, while its lightning attribute was somewhat inferior. As Beast Mountain entered Martial Soul Possession, his body swelled once more. Blue-gray scales surged from beneath his skin, and a massive horn grew from the top of his head.
"Roar!"
Beast Mountain let out a howl, suppressing the fighting spirit in his heart as he repeatedly warned himself.
I have to lose. I have to lose. Otherwise, I won't be able to get out.
But once Tie Li released the Thunder God Hammer Martial Soul and his soul rings, Beast Mountain could no longer suppress the battle intent in his heart.
The more powerful the opponent, the more they could ignite his fighting spirit. That battle intent would raise his condition to one hundred percent—the most perfect state.
This was a trait of the Beast Mountain Clan.
Boom!
Blue-white lightning intertwined as Tie Li swung the Thunder God Hammer and ruthlessly smashed it toward Beast Mountain. Amid the interwoven lightning was a trace of blackness.
With his fighting spirit boiling, Beast Mountain ignored the suppression of the lightning attribute and hurled