"Yehn!!"
"Yehn!!"
"Yehn"
The blood-maned lion screamed in much agony.
Arthur was not relenting in this beatdown; in fact, Wilder had started to feel some pity for the blood-maned lion.
Right now, it was bloody and had a broken leg. It was a truly miserable sight to see this monstrous beast become the punching bag of Arthur.
"Cough it up!" Arthur shouted at the blood-maned lion while his hand was stretched out in front of the mouth.
Clearly, he was expecting it to give him something.
And from the look on the blood-maned lion's face, it was very unwilling to let Arthur have it, but it didn't seem to have a choice in this matter.
it whined for a good minute before
"Blurg," a round crystal, rolled down from its tongue and onto Arthur's hand.
It was either this or death; the upside was that if it tried hard enough, it would probably get back what it had lost.
Arthur smiled as he gripped the ball.
