"Cut the crap—I refuse to believe you can defeat so many of us at once!" Tong Ling channeled his demonic eyes to emit numerous rays of destruction, hitting the Golden Lion on vital areas such as his forehead and heart.
Unfortunately, even with the terrifying might of the demonic eyes' rays, they failed to penetrate the Golden Lion's defenses; the golden mane seemed to possess a strange magic power capable of resisting a great deal of damage.
"How can this be?!" Tong Ling's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
"That was a decent hit, but your target was me." The Golden Lion shifted his feet, stepping forward and reaching out with his lion's paw toward Tong Ling's head not far away.
"Tong Brother, be careful!" Qi Rong, who was closest, suddenly unleashed the thunderous might from his spear, directing a bolt of heavenly thunder at the Golden Lion to intercept him.
