The Tiger King was naturally unafraid of the Lion King's sonic attacks.
Yet no one knew just how much Totem Power the Lion King had mixed into his sound waves. They had actually curved with uncanny precision toward the Tiger King's foothold.
This dense forest had already been covered in humus, thick and soft as mud.
After the high-frequency vibrations of the sound waves, it instantly turned into a swamp, causing the Tiger King's feet to sink slightly into it.
Even a Tiger Clan chieftain of overwhelming strength would see his offensive power greatly diminished when he could not stand firmly on the ground or exert his full force.
The Tiger King keenly realized that his second slash would once again come to nothing.
Without the slightest hesitation, and with no intention of continuing his meaningless barrage of wind-and-rain attacks, he took three great strides backward. Unhurriedly, he gathered thunderous force and raised the Raging Blade high overhead.
Across the surface of the Totem Armor forged in the shape of a fierce tiger, strings of runes suddenly lit up. As they twisted and changed without pause, they became grotesque tiger heads with gaping, blood-filled maws.
Driven by the tiger totem, the quasi-Liquid Metal substance composing the Totem Armor surged from the Tiger King's arms toward the Raging Blade like a flash flood from the mountains, making this peerless war blade—cast from the bones of countless Tiger Clan powerhouses—grow thicker and longer without end.
In the end, the Totem Armor and the peerless vicious blade merged as one.
It was as though the Tiger King himself had become a battle blade, bloodthirsty beyond measure and capable of cleaving through anything.
This battle blade appeared to descend incredibly slowly.
Slowly enough that the Raging Lion Warriors rushing forward to protect the Lion