Tang Changsheng inwardly cried, This is bad!
Sure enough, the ten Foot Soldier Corps troops charged. Far from frightened, the Demon God grew angry and shrieked, "You little worms dare to wound me, a great member of the Celestial Race..."
It lashed out with a claw. One of the powerful soldiers was pierced straight through his Magical Weapons armor, then torn to shreds.
Holy hell!
At the sight, Tang Changsheng felt his scalp prickle.
He had seen just how formidable the Foot Soldier Corps was during the assault on the City God Underworld Office.
Every one of its soldiers was at the Malicious Ghost Level, and their Magical Weapons armor was incredibly sturdy.
A single soldier could easily slaughter a hundred Bloodstained Ghosts without suffering so much as a scratch. That was how tough their armor was!
Yet the claws of this Demon God, which had recovered only a fraction of its power, tore through them with ease. It was terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, two more soldiers were ripped apart. Even their Ghost Cores shattered into vapor. The Demon God opened its mouth and inhaled it all, visibly growing stronger.
We've really kicked a hard Stone this time! Tang Changsheng thought in horror. He had no choice but to use his last resort!
He shouted, "Protector Founding Patriarch, where are you? Your disciple begs your aid!"
A speck of golden light appeared in midair, tiny as a firefly. It swelled until it resembled a full moon, its yellow radiance blazing.
The Demon God was startled. Ignoring the remaining soldiers, it looked up at the bright moon.
A fierce tiger suddenly leaped out of the moon—or perhaps the moon itself had become that golden tiger.
A faint, cold smile touched Tang Changsheng's lips. Cautious by nature, how could