"Ahh!" A bloodcurdling scream.
In the forest, a cultivator was chased by a blood lion, and his head was bitten off.
Seeing that, the other cultivators running in front of them turned pale with fright and ran even faster.
"What's going on? What is this place?"
They were in despair.
Blood lions were everywhere!
They had really fallen into primordial scion territory!
There were about twenty of them, but they were killed one after another.
They tried their best to escape, but the blood lions caught up to them anyway.
"Haha! These two-legged pests are too weak. They're all trash!"
The blood lion stepped on the pile of corpses with a disdainful expression.
In his eyes, humans were nothing more than trash. They were no match for his noble blood lion clan.
He licked his claws, shook his mane, and walked forward valiantly.
