The Glacial Serpent's icy defenses melted away, its coils burning and writhing in the intense heat. The Crimson Thunder Lion's lightning strikes fizzled out as the flames consumed it, its roars growing weaker with each passing moment. As the flames died down, the battlefield was left in smoldering ruins, the once-mighty beasts now reduced to charred remnants.
"Huff… Huff…" Lian Chen descended, landing softly on the scorched earth. He was breathing heavily, his body drenched in sweat and blood trickling from his wounds. "This is way more tiring than I thought," Lian Chen muttered, his chest heaving with each breath.
Looking up to the pillar that tallied his victories, he saw the number 499/500 glowing ominously. "Just one more Spirit Beast to go," he murmured, a mix of exhaustion and determination in his voice. The sun started to set, casting a warm hue over the forest, bathing the trees in golden light.
