Ye Tianfan did not know what the roar of the lion meant, but he knew that he was saved. Whatever the roar of the lion meant, at least it saved his life.
If it weren't for the roar of the lion, Ye Tianfan did not know how long he could have held on; after all, he had little spiritual power left to squander.
Seeing the holy evil lion retreat, Ye Tianfan breathed a sigh of relief and slowly flew to a branch of the Polebright Wood, leaned against the trunk, and sat down, calming his emotions.
After resting for a while, Ye Tianfan took out some Holy Light Ore from the Xuanhuang Tower, looked them over, and then satisfied, put them back into the tower.
After all, he had fought so hard, and without these Holy Light Ores, he'd feel a terrible loss.
Next, Ye Tianfan didn't know if the holy evil lion would return, so after resting a bit, he prepared to leave. But before leaving, he decided to take some of the giant Polebright Wood with him, for it was a rare and priceless material.
