With the Lion King and Tiger King joining forces, thick smoke and flames shooting into the sky immediately burst from Power Angel's back.
Amid repeated explosions, huge amounts of blazing components spewed from its ruptured metal shell.
Power Angel's already unstable movements instantly became even more chaotic and disorderly, like a headless fly magnified tens of millions of times.
This gigantic killing machine from three thousand years ago was ultimately no match for the Golden Clan's two great warriors.
Yet this only caused it to unleash even more violent flames of light.
Its red-hot iron pincers swept out like a hurricane, sending towering trees, Evil Energy Puppet wreckage, and beastman warriors alike—friend and foe without distinction—flying from within its attack range.
Even more terrifyingly, amid a shrill series of "squeaks," the flames blasting from deep within Power Angel's enormous body gradually changed from crimson to pure white.
Like an about-to-explode steam engine, it was sending out a distress signal.
Centered on Power Angel, visible ripples of Spiritual Energy rapidly spread outward, covering the entire dense forest.
Every beastman warrior swept by the Spiritual Energy ripples felt as though their internal organs had shifted out of place, their heads splitting with pain, while Totem Power seemed to lose control and scurry wildly through the ends of their limbs.
The experienced veteran warriors all changed expression.
They all knew what such large-scale Spiritual Energy interference meant.
It meant that Power Angel had lost control.
The crystals stored within its body were irreversibly heading down the road of no return toward a chain reaction.
This was the omen of self-destruction!
"Evil Energy Pollution!"
The Lion King and Tiger King roared in unison.
They both realized that their own fates, the fates of the Lion and Tiger Clans, the Golden Clan, and even the