"A Fire Lion?"
Qin Yang glanced at the lion enveloped in red flames and murmured.
This Fire Lion was massive, already a Tier Two Intermediate Peak demon beast, possessing a demon beast body, its strength quite formidable.
However, at this moment, the Fire Lion bore numerous bloodstains and its aura was wilting.
"Heh, little lion, dare to compete with me for the Blood Essence Spirit Fruit, die!"
The golden-haired youth's eyes flashed scarlet cold gleams, and at his right fingertip, a wolf claw as hard as steel extended, striking the Fire Lion's head.
Splurt!
The hard, ice-cold wolf claw pierced directly into the Fire Lion's head, blood instantly splattered out, and then the steel claw slowly withdrew, leaving white brain matter and blood clinging to it.
"This is the fate of those who dare to compete with the great Prince of the Wolf Race for the Spirit Fruit."
The golden-haired youth said indifferently.
