The golden lion swallowed clouds and mist, a yellow haze shrouded the earth, covering rivers and mountains, creating an extremely terrifying spectacle!
It carried Shi Hao forward, stepping on clouds and mist, its golden body strong, golden mane hanging down to its forepaws, appearing extraordinarily mighty.
Such a lion, not to mention in the Three Thousand States, even in the ninth level of heaven, is considered a fierce being with rare bloodlines, as the Fearless Lion is hard to find in this era.
This race is very powerful; how many can use them as mounts?
At this time, the lion had a fire in its chest—a true ancestral descendant, of the race that once dared to challenge the Immortal Monk King; yet in this life, it is being ridden by someone.
"Aroaargh..."
The golden lion roared, though it was low, the ground shook, and if Shi Hao hadn't slapped it to tame its terrifying ripples of the road, countless mountains and rivers below would have collapsed.
