The lion laughed wickedly, its massive head appearing both mighty and ferocious, with golden fur several feet long and snow-white tusks in its wide mouth sharp like daggers.
After Shi Hao fell into the water, his whole body stiffened as if frozen. Of course, the temperature was much lower than that of an ice cellar, and his flesh was being compressed, almost on the brink of shattering.
He secretly cried out that something was wrong and quickly resisted.
However, the extreme cold disappeared in the next moment. The pool water suddenly boiled, its temperature surpassing that of magma by countless times, and divine power surged within it.
At this moment, Shi Hao was shocked and terrified. His flesh was about to be thoroughly cooked and torn apart; the pool was immensely peculiar.
He didn't sense creation; instead, he was about to be torn apart.
From extreme cold to extreme heat, the change was too fast.
"Don't come down!" the golden lion shouted.
