To let Zhou Sining focus entirely on the breakthrough, Pang Lai had left early.
Only Zhou Sining and the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger remained in the vast Sandstone Arena.
"Tiger King, are you confident?" Zhou Sining looked up at the enormous tiger.
"Roar~~~"
The Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger, six meters tall at the shoulder, lay on the ground and nuzzled its head against Zhou Sining's chest.
The Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger understood the worries and hesitation in Zhou Sining's heart.
In truth, it was just as nervous.
As the highest-tier tiger bloodline still in existence, the Tiger Lord exerted an overwhelming suppressive force over other Demon Beasts of the Tiger Tribe.
Even the small, repeated doses of flesh and bone powder had put the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger through agony, let alone this final step: Soul Molding.
"Roar~~~"
The Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger nuzzled Zhou Sining, a fierce light shining in its golden-red eyes.
It slowly rose to its feet, growling low, poised and ready to spring.
"Are you ready?"
Zhou Sining sensed the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger's fighting spirit.
Part of his hesitation actually came from how smooth the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger's life had been so far.
When he first subdued the Flame Demon Tiger back at the Servant Level, he had simply used Gangsha to beat it into submission.
No matter how he looked at it, this fellow hardly seemed to have much backbone.
Its later advancement to the Warrior Level had gone remarkably smoothly, since the Sand Prison Flame Demon Tiger was already a branch of the Flame Demon Tiger's lineage.
It rarely saw action during their routine patrols in the Ancient Capital, and its bloodline and strength let it get along quite well in the Summoning Plane.
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