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Lu Lin's eyes narrowed.

Although the vat had him under control now, it was only a little lion. It couldn't hurt him.

But at that moment, the Eighteen-Eyed Vajra Lion did something utterly inexplicable.

It let out a roar and rammed its head into the vat.

A dull thud rang out.

The vat was completely unharmed.

The Eighteen-Eyed Vajra Lion's skull cracked, and a chunk caved in.

Several streams of blood instantly ran down the Vajra Lion's head.

"Little Li, what are you doing?"

Lu Lin couldn't help blurting out.

But the Vajra Lion merely glanced back at Lu Lin, then resolutely slammed into the vat again.

Thud, thud.

Thud, thud, thud.

A string of dull thuds rang out.

The vat remained unchanged, but by now, not a single bone in the Vajra Lion's head was intact.

Blood had dyed the Vajra Lion into a beast of crimson.

The Vajra Lion staggered to its feet, hoping to ram the vat again.

But this time, before it could reach the vat, it had already collapsed to the ground.

The repeated collisions had completely extinguished the Vajra Lion's life.

If it hadn't held on through sheer force of will, it would have fallen long ago.

Lu Lin could sense that the Vajra Lion had stopped breathing; not a trace of life remained in its body.

Lu Lin wanted to ask the Vajra Lion why it had done this, but he couldn't move at all.

The suction coming from the vat was growing stronger and stronger.

Forget escaping—at this point, Lu Lin had already exhausted all his strength just to keep his entire body from being sucked up.

"What in the world is this thing?"

Lu Lin wondered to himself.

He pulled out a battle saber with his other hand and slashed hard