For a moment, the entire underground cavern was enveloped by the Lion King's Destroyer's Horn.
Not only did frenzied tremors, like a volcanic eruption, surge from every direction of the cavern, shaking rocks of all sizes loose from the ceiling.
All the Mandala Trees also convulsed violently as though struck by lightning.
Everyone present, friend and foe alike, felt as if ten thousand Golden Horns had sounded in the depths of their minds.
The blasts made their brains boil and their nerves snap, as though their entire bodies were about to burst apart.
The deathly sound waves, originally gathered into a line and concentrated along a single attack path, firmly locking onto the Wolf King, were thus dispersed into hundreds of portions.
The Wolf King, bearing only one-hundredth of the destructive force, naturally remained completely unscathed.
Though countless ripples had been blown across the surface of his Sixfold Massacre Armor by the Destroyer's Horn.
He still stood like a statue frozen in the void, not retreating even half a step, let alone showing the slightest intention of dodging.
Ever since the Destroyer's Horn had ascended the Lion King's throne.
No one had ever dared to withstand his roar head-on without suffering the slightest injury.
This sight alone was enough to leave many Lion and Tiger Heroes dumbfounded and shuddering to the bone.
Fortunately, there was still the Tiger King.
This fierce tiger, mad as a demon, completely ignored the Lion King's thunderous roar still booming inside his skull.
After all, what he normally relied on most was not his brain, but the killing instinct rooted deep within his bloodline.
The Tiger King let out a string of strange cries and gripped the Raging Blade with both hands. Formed from the fused spines of generations of Tiger Clan Clan Leaders and