Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 6: The Mithril-Based Knights Launch a Frontal Attack on the Demon Army Camp!
The next morning.

As the morning light pierced through the thick clouds of the Holy Demon Continent, Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan stood side by side in front of the Warrior Temple.

The two were fully prepared, their stunning looks and tall figures attracting frequent glances from passing temple disciples.

Feng Yao's armor has been completely redesigned, with white tiger stripes faintly visible on its surface, occasionally emitting a silver-gray light.

Wang Yuanyuan tied his long hair up high and put on a set of spirit-demon level armor, making him look heroic and dashing.

As for the equipment delivery segment from the original story, those of them at the Temple headquarters don't need it.

They didn't even bother with the magical equipment that was given to them; their merits from killing demons over the years were enough to get them a Spirit Demon-level armor.

Ren Wokuang and Qiu Yonghao came to see them off.

"For this assessment, the inspectors are from the Knights' Temple. You must remember not to reveal your true strength. Fifth-tier demons are nothing but a piece of cake for you, but you must pretend that you are having a tough time." Qiu Yonghao said seriously, giving repeated instructions.

"I know, old man Qiu, you're really long-winded." Feng Yao nodded impatiently.

I laughed wildly.

The two embarked on their journey, heading towards the demon territory designated for the assessment.

Along the way, Feng Yao taught Wang Yuanyuan his newly acquired combat skills, and Wang Yuanyuan listened attentively, occasionally asking questions.

The two discussed it enthusiastically, as if they were about to face not a ferocious demon race, but an ordinary trial.

In the shadows, two figures silently followed Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan a kilometer away, observing them from a distance.

"Old Chen, I didn't expect that the Warrior Temple headquarters would have two fifth-tier geniuses this time," Luo Li said with emotion.

"Yes, judging from his calm and composed demeanor, he's clearly seen bloodshed before. I'm afraid we'll have a hard time getting first place this time," sighed the man called Old Chen.

"That's hard to say. You haven't forgotten our alliance leader's grandson, have you?" Luo Li said with a smile.

"Oh dear, my memory is terrible."

These two were inspectors from the Knights' Temple—two members of the seventh-tier Mithril Knights.

With their discerning eye, they could naturally see the situation of Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan, even though they had concealed a considerable amount of spiritual power.

In fact, these pillars of society are usually geniuses from the headquarters of various temples, which is why they are needed to supervise them.

Because the headquarters' inspection point is outside the six major fortresses, the level of danger here is far greater than in other places.

On the other side, when Feng Yao and his companion had traveled hundreds of kilometers and stepped out of the southeastern fortress.

A pungent, fishy stench filled the air, and scattered white bones on the ground created an eerie atmosphere.

"We're almost there. Should we charge straight in as usual?" Feng Yao's gaze fell on Wang Yuanyuan, his eyes filled with a question.

This is his usual style, except that Old Qiu had a specific request this time.

Wang Yuanyuan unfolded the map and pointed to it: "The location this time is about 300 miles to the right. Is a fifth-tier frontal assault enough?"

Her stunningly beautiful face carried a hint of majesty.

“No problem. With spiritual energy added to the armor, nothing below the sixth rank can break through its defenses,” Feng Yao replied.

The White Tiger Armor on his body has had the attribute of autonomous growth since its awakening, and now, nourished by sixth-order spiritual power, it has reached the peak of the Glorious level.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't take the legendary equipment from the Warrior's Temple Treasury.

Besides, those equipment were not well-suited to him and were completely unnecessary.

After careful consideration, Wang Yuanyuan decided to play it safe and said, "Let's move forward a little further before we make our move."

“That works too.” Feng Yao nodded.

Ahead lay a vast plain that stretched as far as the eye could see, but when the wind blew, the stench of blood and stench still lingered.

In these six thousand years since the beginning of the Dark Ages, countless lives have been lost on this plain.

Feng Yao was in front, and Wang Yuanyuan was behind. At this moment, she also took out the Giant Spirit God Shield to take charge of the rear.

Before long, the two had walked steadily for about a hundred miles.

At this moment, both of them could see the demon army camp a hundred miles away. Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan exchanged a glance and tacitly assumed fighting stances. "Let's just attack. The highest level here is only sixth rank, easily defeated."

Feng Yao reached this conclusion using the detection function of his goggles.

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-gray armor began to emit a gray-white aura. Feng Yao was like a cannonball, his boots plowing two deep furrows in the black soil of the plain, and the air waves he generated flattened all the weeds within a hundred meters.

Wang Yuanyuan followed closely behind, and the Giant Spirit God's Shield slammed heavily into the ground. The runes on the shield surface burst forth with dazzling golden light, forming a semi-circular barrier to protect the two of them.

Just as the sentries of the demon army camp sounded their bone flutes, Feng Yao's fist, accompanied by a sonic boom, slammed into the center of the camp.

With a deafening roar, first and second-tier demons were sent flying back into the air as the ground collapsed, sending debris flying everywhere.

In the distance, the two Mithril-based Knights stared blankly at Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan, who were launching a direct frontal attack.

"No way, are all young people these days so reckless? They actually broke through head-on!" Luo Li was dumbfounded.

"Geniuses all have abnormal thought processes," Old Chen shrugged.

Even so, the two of them immediately approached the demon army camp, ready to rescue the two who had broken in.

At this moment, Feng Yao's Crimson Eyes locked onto the third and fourth-tier tiger demons and werewolves that were rushing out of the tent.

These guys are all powerful, clearly high-level third-tier demonic creatures, far superior to the scouts sent out.

“Just in time!”

Instead of retreating, Feng Yao advanced, and three sharp claws suddenly popped out from his fist armor.

He deliberately restrained his sixth-order spiritual power, using only fifth-order spiritual power to attack, and instantly a gray-white claw mark appeared.

Under their claws, not a single demon survived.

Meanwhile, Wang Yuanyuan faced off against a fifth-tier emerald-green dual-blade demon of evolved form, wielding a giant shield and sweeping it out, forcing it to retreat repeatedly.

At the same time, she swung her shield like a giant axe, smashing the demon soldiers who tried to sneak up into a bloody mess, making it impossible for anyone below the fifth rank to get close.

At the same time, Feng Yao faced off against Beta Flying Demon, a sixth-tier demon in the military camp.

This is the direct lineage of the thirty-fifth pillar demon god, Marcosia, a truly high-level demon soldier.

Upon reaching adulthood, they become fifth-tier powerhouses, one of the most notorious and powerful controlling races among the demons, possessing both wind and dark attributes.

And Beta Flying Demon's other two subordinates, a fifth-tier wolf demon and a fifth-tier tiger demon.

"You little bugs, you really dare to do this!"

The Beta Flying Demon spread its wings and hovered in mid-air, staring down at the humans who had intruded into their camp.

"What is there to be afraid of?" Feng Yao sneered.

The fifth-tier wolf demon made the first move, spitting out a mouthful of dark green venom.

"Little tricks!"

Feng Yao neither dodged nor evaded, but instead took a step forward and sprang into the face of the venom.

This poison might be fatal to an ordinary fifth-tier warrior, but it's just an itch to a White Tiger Armorer at the peak of the Glorious level.

In an instant, Feng Yao lunged forward, his five fingers forming claws as he gripped the wolf demon's neck.

"You go too!"

Beta Flying Demon coldly looked at his other subordinate. He was in no hurry to make a move and first let his subordinate find out the other party's strength.

The tiger demon was tall and covered in black scales, holding a huge battle axe in its hand.

With a roar, he swung his giant axe and chopped down, gathering his strength in his claws. His silver-gray aura surged three inches, forcefully twisting off the demon general's head.

As black blood gushed forth, he used his Whirlwind Step to raise his hand and deliver a punch that met the oncoming giant axe head-on.

(End of this chapter)