Ning Fan was positioned right above him at that moment, a cold smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Fierce Lion, is this all the ability you have?"
Like the whisper of the Grim Reaper, those words sank into his ears as a gigantic Spiritual Power fist condensed in his palm, viciously smashing into Fierce Lion.
"Boom!"
Fierce Lion was struck down like a cannonball, heavily crashing into the ground, stirring up vast clouds of dust.
Ning Fan descended from mid-air, and the fierce wind around him blew away the dust, revealing the scene within.
Fierce Lion looked as if he was embedded into the ground, with copious amounts of fresh blood seeping from his body, clearly severely wounded.
"Damn it!"
Shen Ning roared furiously, charging towards Ning Fan.
He had a close relationship with Fierce Lion, and seeing him severely injured now ignited a fiery rage within him.
Ning Fan turned to face him, his expression unchanging.
"Boy, prepare to die!"
