Blood-Red Altar
The Lion King's enormous jaws spat out nineteen consecutive Lion Wind Blasts. Within the Silent King's prayer domain, these immensely destructive pillars of energy received the greatest enhancement. Dark gold in color and nearly tangible in form, any Heaven-rank warrior below the level of a Realm Lord would die on the spot if struck by even one. Yet that alone was not enough. With the support of his master's Faith talent, the Silent King's Life Guardian Beast, The Faithful One, personally guided all nineteen devastating Lion Wind Blasts with its will.
All nineteen Lion Wind Blasts struck Yue Yang's body.
Not one missed.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom...
A chain of explosions erupted around the Blood-Red Altar. Ring after ring of shockwaves warped and tore apart the surrounding space.
Great swathes of the canyon walls collapsed. Massive boulders flew into the air, while clouds of dust rose and blotted out the sky. At the heart of the explosions, it was as though a sun had shattered, shining so brilliantly that no one could keep their eyes open.
Fireballs continued burning in the sky for a long time.
Lightning writhed like a frenzy of golden snakes.
If such a terrifying attack had struck anyone else, the Lion King would not have doubted whether his enemy could still be alive, because that would have been utterly impossible!
But after nineteen Lion Wind Blasts hit Yue Yang, the new generation's Prison Emperor, the Lion King did not dare guarantee with absolute certainty that they had worked. For a young man who could turn his hand and make heaven, flip it and make earth, who could casually reverse the universe and make the starry sky hang upside down; for a young man who could deceive the meticulous Sun King without his