Just as the Three-Eyed Golden Lion King was stunned, a full five Desolate Slaves on the very outer perimeter launched an attack against him.
A sword radiance a thousand miles long, a shadow of a staff spanning the horizon, a massive palm blotting out the sky, a domineering flash of a blade, a fierce arrow!
With the five Desolate Slaves striking, whether it was the blade light or the sword Qi, both were pitch-black in color, carrying a chilling yet domineering and fierce evil intent that sealed off all possible retreats for the Three-Eyed Golden Lion King.
Seeing that there was nowhere to dodge and nowhere to escape, the Golden Lion King displayed his domineering side and resolutely chose to confront them head-on!
A golden divine light soared into the sky from his body, burning like golden flames and dyeing the surrounding realm a brilliant gold that resembled a blazing sun rising into the air.
Roar~!
His chest and abdomen swelled, and a terrifying lion roar burst from his throat. The sound waves traveled outward, sweeping across the area like a tangible golden wave. Wherever it passed, the void itself was warping, and before those sound waves, the techniques unleashed by the five Desolate Slaves were seemingly scoured away by mighty waves like mere sand, utterly obliterating them!
Witnessing all this, Bai Yang felt a shock in his heart, secretly thinking that this was the legendary Lion's Roar Skill?
As expected of a peerless proud son of the Lion Clan, actually withstanding five Desolate Slaves without falling behind; however, the number of Desolate Slaves in this space has now reached two thousand. No matter how strong he is alone, how long can he struggle? Watching coldly from the sidelines, Bai Yang muttered to himself, calmly and quietly observing how the