The vortex was the first to detonate, and it did so on the Monolith Lion's tongue.
Contrary to expectation, it didn't kill the beast.
Of course it didn't.
A Rank 5 upper-tier beast was not so easily killable.
Instead, it was discombobulated and taken aback by the sudden strike, its tongue mangled and corroded instantly.
A savage glimmer appeared in the lion's eyes. A reverberating growl grew in its throat, but Wild Fang stopped it before it turned into a roar.
Despite his desire to win, he still had his Elders and disciples in mind.
Right after, the vertical slash – sharpened significantly by the condensed cloud – came.
Within the seemingly spacious Isolation Barrier, the world appeared to split into two parallel sides, sliding apart from each other as though reality itself had been cut in half.
The Monolith Lion's muzzle had taken the brunt of such a cruel swing, ripping through its sturdy snout and carving a gory path towards its face.
