The Black Fire Lion became faint and disoriented. It swayed and was knocked flying a good distance, yet it tried to stand back up.
It was immediately caught up to and brutally slashed by Lin Xin at the same spot—the previous wound.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Time and again, the impacts resounded.
Without any spell methods or divine skills, in a Polar Region state, the Black Fire Lion was repeatedly slashed by Lin Xin, unable to unleash its realm's suppression.
If it were a cultivator, perhaps relying on the self-destruction of a magic artifact, one could buy a little breathing time to fully deploy the realm's suppression.
But the Black Fire Lion was helpless in that regard; though it was tougher than cultivators of the same level, it ultimately lacked intelligence.
Its formidable strength merely resulted from its bloodline. In terms of application, it was naturally far inferior to the cultivators who had painstakingly practiced.
