With a piercing scream, blood sprayed like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red.
The Ghost Tiger opened its bloody maw, its fangs gleaming coldly, and savagely bit into the Horned Ox's neck.
The sudden, bloody spectacle set the audience below ablaze, their cheers and whistles nearly lifting the roof off the Beast Arena.
They waved their arms, fanatical red light flashing in their eyes.
To them, this brutal scene was not the passing of a life, but an exquisite feast.
Inside the enclosure, the Ghost Tiger tore and gnawed wildly, the sounds of shattering bone and rending flesh clearly audible.
The heavy stench of blood filled the air, mingling with the uproar from the stands to weave a picture of madness.
About five minutes later, the Horned Ox had been devoured until only a pair of horns, still smeared with flesh and blood, lay forlornly on the ground.
Qingyuan stood on the platform, watching the Ghost Tiger lick blood from the tips of its claws inside the enclosure. An immensely satisfied smile spread across her face, and her voice rose higher:
"Was that exciting? Next comes the real showdown! The Sky-Splitting Mad Lion against the Ghost Tiger-which will survive to the end? Let's wait and see-"
The dull rumble of machinery echoed through the Beast Arena as the heavy iron barrier separating the two Ferocious Beasts slowly rose.
The Sky-Splitting Mad Lion abruptly stopped battering the bars. Its nostrils twitched; it had clearly caught the scent of the Ghost Tiger opposite it.
The Sky-Splitting Mad Lion instantly grew alert, a deep growl rolling from its throat like muffled thunder rumbling in its belly.
Every strand of its dark red mane stood on end like blazing flames, making its already enormous body look even fiercer.
Its blood-red eyes locked onto