An ebony shadow with red eyes and fangs.
The shadow stood thirty meters tall.
The moment it appeared, the shadow raised a claw.
Bang!
The claw landed on the Old Lion.
The Old Lion's body swayed slightly.
Feeling the extremely sinister and corrosive power within, the Old Lion frowned. But what made the Old Lion frown even more was the Countess of South Los.
Lightning danced wildly around her.
Yet, the direction the lightning struck was—
towards South Los.
Or more precisely, a tavern on Mule Street in South Los.
A massive thunder descended.
The small tavern vanished in an instant.
Leaving only a pit ten meters deep.
At the bottom of the pit, a body had long turned into a charred form under the thunder.
Judging by the shape, it resembled a human.
But it had no breath left.
In fact, any normal human would be impossible to survive the thunder just now.
But,
what if it's not human?
