The pentagram flashed, and a lion covered in bright purple scales walked out of the silver light. He raised his head high, and his bright purple eyes were the size of an adult's fist. The bristles on his neck were like steel needles that flashed with a cold light. His four feet were thick, and his claws were slightly bent. They were as sharp as blades as they slowly swept across his opponent's camp. Purple light flickered in his eyes, and a wave-like pressure pressed down on his opponent.
"Master, are there only these few people?"
His voice was like thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums and almost breaking them. Those weak Spirit Masters and Swordmasters quickly covered their ears with their hands and looked at this lion in disbelief. Without a doubt, this was the mimicry of a Divine Beast. Only magical beasts of the Divine Beast level could speak.
