Pokémon: Golden Lion Mastiff

Boom—

A tremendous crash sent fallen leaves swirling through the forest. An ancient tree so thick it took several people to encircle it snapped in half, its massive crown crashing to the ground and kicking up a skyful of dust.

At the same time, a figure wreathed in scarlet flames descended from the sky—it was a three-headed Soul Beast. Each head was savage and terrifying, spewing scorching sparks from its mouth. Flames surged around its body like living creatures, radiating suffocating heat.

The instant the ancient tree fell, a figure wielding a long saber was violently blasted away. The light of the six Soul Rings around him dimmed as he crashed miserably onto the gravel-strewn ground.

"Damn it! A fifty-thousand-year Three-Headed Scarlet Demon Mastiff? My luck can't possibly be this bad!"

The Soul Emperor in One-Word Battle Armor struggled to his feet. Staring at the relentless giant beast, he could not help cursing under his breath.

He had only been transported into the Ten Thousand Beast Platform a short while ago. After killing merely a dozen or so low-level Soul Beasts, he had run into this top-tier Beast King. His luck was truly rotten.

The Three-Headed Scarlet Demon Mastiff was a powerful Soul Beast that possessed part of the True Dragon Bloodline and wielded power close to Ultimate Fire. Though it was not a super Soul Beast, its fifty-thousand-year cultivation had already brought its combat power close to that of a Soul Douluo without Battle Armor.

Although this Soul Emperor had reached six rings, he possessed only One-Word Battle Armor, which could raise his strength only to the Soul Saint level.

Facing this powerful canine Soul Beast with its keen sense of smell, he knew his chances of escape were slim—canine Soul Beasts already possessed absurd tracking abilities, and this