Snap!
At the snap of his fingers, not only did the Evil-Eyed Saint King's expression change, but Yang Ming's did as well.
What shocked the Evil-Eyed Saint King was that his supersonic movement abruptly ground to a halt. His enormous tiger body froze in midair, unable to advance or retreat. He could not even twist his body.
Yang Ming, meanwhile, wore a bitter smile as he felt soul power pouring out of his body in a torrent.
Just what is this fellow? How could he consume so much of my soul power?
Fortunately, the Evil-Eyed Saint King was no longer a deity. Otherwise, with Yang Ming's current strength, he would have had no hope of immobilizing him and would probably have been torn to pieces by his tiger claws in an instant.
Looking at the tiger head the size of a locomotive right before him, Yang Ming chuckled beneath his black, ferocious mask.
Only then did the Evil-Eyed Saint King realize something was wrong.
"Human, what are you planning to do to me? I warn you, I am the mighty Evil-Eyed Saint King! If you dare... mmmph..."
Before the Evil-Eyed Saint King could finish, Yang Ming grew tired of his prattling. His Rinnegan faded into the Mangekyō Sharingan, its pinwheel pattern slowly revolving as it reflected directly in the Evil-Eyed Saint King's lantern-sized eyes.
Night.
A blood moon.
A barren land.
A gigantic wooden frame held up the enormous tiger's body.
The Evil-Eyed Saint King snapped his eyes open and found himself in a strange Tsukuyomi Space.
Although this was his first visit, his insight as a former Second-Level Deity allowed him to recognize at a glance that this was an inner space constructed entirely from spiritual power.
A series of ripples spread through the space as the Evil-Eyed Saint