Fortunately, the Puppet hadn't taken a direct hit, merely been rattled by the shockwave.
After unleashing the bolt of thunder, the Thundercloud Lion let out a pair of muffled roars and struggled to its feet.
The formidable aura of a Tier Three Demon Beast radiated from its body. The powerful presence stirred the very air, whipping up fierce gales.
The mane on its neck billowed in the wind. Its previously half-shut eyes snapped open, full of vigor. The Thundercloud Lion had completely shed its earlier sluggishness.
An air of royalty rose from it spontaneously. It was a born king—the king of the Mist Forest!
However, beneath this kingly aura, Chu Qingyun sensed a hint of bluff—it was strong on the outside but empty within.
The reason was simple: the Thundercloud Lion hadn't attacked him immediately!
If the Thundercloud Lion had been at its peak, it would have blasted the small hill, forced him out, and then annihilated the annoying little fly in a single, unhesitating blow.
