The lion's golden mane was already drenched with blood.
Part of it belonged to the Silverback Ape Emperor, and part of it its own.
The penetrating wound on its chest and abdomen only added to its ferocity.
On its robust back, the muscles slowly surged as it methodically repeated the action of pulling out the spear and then fiercely driving it down.
In its hands, that long spear looked more like a short dagger.
Not until the black bear under its feet was stabbed beyond recognition, dead beyond any doubt.
Shen Yi exhaled deeply, tossing the long spear onto the ground as if he was somewhat exhausted.
Clang.
"Gulp."
The crisp sound of the spear hitting the ground and the sound of swallowing saliva rose almost simultaneously.
The female Xuanguang Cave cultivator had seen demons slaying each other, but she had never witnessed such a silent massacre firsthand.
Feeling the gaze from those golden eyes of the lion turned toward her.
