MF-novel Chapter 2190: White Tiger King in Danger
Chapter 2190: White Tiger King in Danger
When Matthew and the other four stepped into the area controlled by the White Tiger King, a strange breath came over them, as if an invisible hand gently plucked their heartstrings, causing the expressions on their faces to change slightly at the same time.
Their eyes narrowed instantly, and their originally relaxed facial muscles were now slightly tense. The corners of their mouths unconsciously pursed, revealing a bit of solemnity and vigilance.
At this moment, the four of them were like four majestic gods, floating quietly in the air, their clothes fluttering in the wind.
Their eyes were all directed towards the ground below, where there was a chaotic scene that looked like the end of the world.
Groups of monsters of all shapes and sizes were fighting frantically with a large group of strange beasts.
They bared their fangs and claws, spewing strange black light from their mouths. Their sharp claws carved hideous grooves on the ground, and every time they swung, they brought up a gust of foul wind.
The scene before them was completely different from what they had originally imagined in their minds!
For a long time, in their inherent cognition, the four strange beast kings are famous and powerful, and the territories they occupy are like indestructible fortresses. The demons are always wary of these places, like a frightened bird, and dare not easily set foot in them.
In their imagination, this area should be the same as the place they passed by along the way, and there shouldn't be any problems.
However, at this moment, the monsters running around and running rampant were like heavy hammers, ruthlessly breaking their inherent ideas.
The four of them were filled with astonishment and confusion, and the same question kept echoing in their minds.
What is going on here?
What on earth is the reason that allows these monsters, which are usually timid, to break into this restricted area so brazenly and disrupt the long-standing peace?
The four of them looked at each other, their eyes met in the air, and they all clearly caught a hint of doubt and vigilance in each other's eyes.
The doubt, like a fog, shrouded their hearts and lingered for a long time.
That vigilance is like a taut bowstring, ready to shoot out at any time.
Without much hesitation, almost as if by telepathy, they immediately decided to rush together in a certain direction.
That direction is where the nest of the White Tiger King of Beasts lives.
As they rushed forward like lightning, the clouds under their feet were blown away by the strong wind like a flock of frightened sheep.
The distance between us seemed to be rapidly shortened as if being pulled by an invisible hand, and suddenly a hysterical roar came from the air ahead.
The sound was like thunder exploding, making the surrounding air buzz and stirring up circles of ripples that were visible to the naked eye, as if a calm lake was hit by a huge rock, causing layers of huge waves.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, as if the heaven and earth were shaking, a white tiger as big as a mountain appeared domineeringly!
Its majestic figure blocked out the sky and cast a large shadow, as if the entire world was shrouded in its majesty.
Its snow-white fur is as pure and flawless as the first snow that has just fallen in winter. Under the faint light, it sparkles with an icy luster, as if it was carefully carved from the purest cold crystal in the world.
Every hair is like a silver steel needle, standing upright in the wind, exuding a cold aura.
Looking closely, one can see two long, sharp teeth growing on each side of its mouth, like two unrivaled blades, flashing a chilling cold light under the bright sunlight. The cold light is like a materialized ice ridge, and just looking at it can make people feel cold on the skin, as if the next second these teeth can easily penetrate anything that blocks them.
Just a casual glance at it can make people feel fear and deeply feel the powerful force that can easily tear the entire sky apart.
Its limbs are as thick as stone pillars, and every time it steps on the ground, the earth trembles, as if declaring its absolute control over the land.
Not only that, this white tiger also has an extremely majestic appearance. Its eyes are like blazing golden flames, revealing endless majesty and anger, just like the supreme king in this vast territory is issuing the most severe warning to the enemy who dares to offend it.
That look was like a materialized flaming arrowhead, and whenever one looked into it, one would feel the pain of having one's soul burned.
The unique "king" pattern on its forehead looks as if made of gold, shining brightly in the sunlight, further highlighting its noble status.
However, what is surprising is that although the white tiger in front of us looks majestic and invincible, in fact its majestic body is covered with many deep and shallow hideous wounds.
In some of the wounds, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, revealing the pink flesh inside, which was oozing blood. It looked particularly glaring against the snow-white fur.
Some of the wounds have already scabbed over, but are torn apart by new traumas, presenting a tragic scene of a mixture of new and old.
Blood flowed down its fur and dripped onto the ground, dyeing the soil red, like a blooming blood rose.
Moreover, at this moment, the white tiger did not roar angrily at Matthew and others.
Although there was still vigilance in its eyes, there was more fatigue and anxiety, as if it was struggling with some powerful enemy and was at the end of its strength.
Not long after the white tiger appeared, seven or eight black shadows as fast as ghosts immediately appeared in the sky.
Their bodies were vague, like black smoke, twisting strangely in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, they surrounded the white tiger tightly with lightning speed.
These dark shadows exude a strange and evil aura, as if they were demon shadows from the Nine Nether Hell, making people shudder.
"Demons of transformation... The three of you go and help, save the White Tiger Beast King!"
After seeing those seven or eight figures appear, Matthew immediately understood what was going on and gave orders immediately.
His voice was steady and decisive, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the air.
At this moment, Matthew's eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness. He knew very well that the situation was critical. Without timely assistance, the White Tiger King would probably be in great danger.
The White Tiger King is crucial to their exploration of the secrets of this mysterious area. If they lose it, their plans will be ruined.
Upon hearing this, the three beast kings, Xuanwu, Suzaku and Qinglong, did not hesitate at all. They moved their bodies and three streams of light shot out.
The Black Tortoise King of Monsters took the lead in attacking. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and a black Black Tortoise shield instantly formed in front of the White Tiger, like an indestructible black fortress, blocking the fierce attack of a black shadow.
The black shadow hit the shield with a dull thud, like a heavy hammer hitting a bell, but it failed to shake the shield at all.
The Vermillion Bird King of Monsters let out a delicate cry, and flames rose around his body. He transformed into a huge fire phoenix and pounced towards the black shadows surrounding the white tiger.
Wherever the flames reached, the air was burning and crackling, as if firecrackers were going off. The dark shadows all avoided it, not daring to confront its edge head-on.
The Azure Dragon Beast King was as fast as lightning. He shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was like a nimble poisonous snake, instantly piercing towards the throat of a black shadow.
The dark shadow was unable to dodge and was cut on the neck by the tip of the gun. He let out a shrill scream, like the cry of a night owl, and black blood gushed out.
Matthew watched the battle intently from behind, secretly clenching a few runes in his hands, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at the critical moment.
His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, not missing any details, like a cheetah ready to pounce, waiting for the best opportunity to hunt.
The battlefield at this moment was like a pot of boiling hot oil, with all kinds of light and power intertwining and colliding with each other, which was thrilling.