The Golden Lion King was bathed in his own blood, gasping for air. With all hope lost, his heart was filled with bitterness and resentment; he had actually lost on a direct and fair confrontation.
At the moment, he had lost all of his strength; his chest had been pierced, and his innards were fragmented. It was evident that he did not have long to live.
He coughed up large amounts of blood as even more poured out from the wound on his chest. Within the scarlet of his blood, there were strands of light gold flowing within, containing exuberant vitality. However, he had lost too much, and there was no way to stop it.
"You are extremely powerful, but you will die all the same." The Golden Lion King’s voice was almost a whisper. He firmly believed that the Elder Lion King would avenge him, and an angry Elder Lion King was an unparalleled fighting force.
"Eh?" Chu Feng raised his head and saw, in the distance, the vulture king unfurling his wings.
