With no Undead in the way, Zhou Sining boldly summoned his Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger.
A moonwhite Star Track flashed past, transforming into a dark void filled with howling space-time turbulence.
"Roar!"
An engine-like growl rumbled from within the dark void, followed by a powerful presence that could not be ignored.
Thump!
A heavily muscled, clawed paw suddenly stepped out, sending dust flying!
Then the enormous creature's body slowly emerged from the darkness.
It was a Tiger Tribe creature standing nine meters tall at the shoulder, its fur crimson and its vital areas protected by turtle-shell-like Stone Armor.
The tiger lowered his head slightly, looking down at the four tiny humans on the ground, his golden-red eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.
He did not deliberately release his aura, but the sheer pressure of a king still left Short Man and the others struggling to breathe, their legs going weak.
Had they not known he was Zhou Sining's summoned beast, they would have fled long ago!
"Let me introduce my beloved pet, the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger. I call him Tiger King," Zhou Sining explained with a smile.
"Urr, urr..." Tiger King lowered his head and gave Zhou Sining an aggrieved look, every inch of him radiating refusal.
Zhou Sining shot him a murderous glare. "Shut up. Keep whining, and I'll cut off your magic energy for three months."
"Urr, urr..." Tiger King looked even more aggrieved.
Ever since Fierce Dragon God had joined the family as the second child, he had never gotten a full helping of magic energy.
Fierce Dragon God alone took ninety-nine percent of the magic energy from an entire Summoning System star river!
If Tiger King had not already reached Warrior Level and been able to feed himself in the Summoning Plane, his