After Ang had loaded the batch of Giant Horned Rams they had hunted into the Demon Sealing Box, he realized that the Earth Mane Lion that had previously been sealed in the ground fissure had somehow escaped.
Its body was covered in dust, and its eyes still burned with anger and killing intent. It bared its fangs at the crowd and let out several low growls before suddenly turning around and pouncing once more on the remaining ram herd in the distance, sending up a burst of panic and bloody mist as it tore into them.
Before Ang could react, another pack of Wind Wolves came surging across the distant grasslands, silently closing in. Clearly, they intended to take advantage of the chaos and claim a share.
"My lord, the situation is very chaotic right now... should we attack like they did?" The commander of the Flame Swordsman Regiment stared intently at the unrest and asked in a low voice.
"Not yet." Ang shook his head, his gaze steady. "We only hold the southern side—the rams before us have become targets for every predator. If we intervene rashly, we will only end up under attack from both sides."
The commander silently nodded at those words and said nothing more. He merely fixed his eyes on the ram herd and waited for an opportunity.
Smoke and dust filled the grasslands, and roars rose one after another, but the ram herd did not simply flee in defeat.
Under the lead ram's command, the adult rams gathered and counterattacked, their sharp giant horns piercing through their enemies like halberds.
A Wind Wolf had just leaped onto a ram's back when it was violently rammed, its neck snapping.
Quite a few Spotted Hyenas were also swept flying and left unable to rise after hitting