Fire and ice were mortal enemies; the half-meter long icicles were like the harbingers of death, forcing the lions to release their hottest flames to protect themselves. Nonetheless, the scorching air still cooled.
Fueled by rage and vengeance, the giant youth clubbed another two lions.
His body was already scorched black after receiving countless attacks from the lions. The glow of soul power surrounding him was dimming rapidly as strength left his body.
At that moment, he suddenly saw a figure quickly approaching from where the golden vine had previously sprung.
As the figure approached, a blue glow appeared on the ground and even thicker vines burst out. They were too sturdy for even the lions’ flame shields to defend against. In an instant, the hundred-year lions stiffened and roared as the vines impaled their stomachs.
It was also clear that every lion inside the range of the Bluesilver Grass had momentarily slowed down.
