"Come on."
Nache grinned hideously, and with his left hand's wolf claw, sharp as refined steel, aimed straight for the Fire Flame Lion's head.
After all, although the Fire Flame Lion wasn't slow, it was relatively slower compared to the Werewolf. After all, the Werewolf's strength, standing at five meters tall, was no weaker than Huaxia's Celestial Tier experts.
"Little Flame!"
The Fire Flame Lion often played with them, and upon seeing the wolf claw attacking the Fire Flame Lion, the faces of the two women in the pavilion turned pale.
However, just as the sharp wolf claw was about to strike the Fire Flame Lion.
Screech!
Suddenly, a sharp eagle's cry resonated from the sky, and a figure flickering with lightning dove down from above.
"Sister Xinxue, it's Little Fly."
Zilan's pale face suddenly lit up as she pointed to the sky.
The figure wrapped in lightning and diving towards Nache was the Flying Thunder Eagle.
