The Flaborn Lion's inferno had reached its limit, a testant to its exceptional martial prowess. If it hadn't unleashed this final burst, the flas would have consud Anos, inflicting severe injuries.
As Anos circled around the dwindling flas, he spotted the Flaborn Lion's fleeing figure. Its majestic strides, once full of strength and ferocity, now faltered due to its wounds.
If uninjured, the lion would have clashed with Anos, refusing to back down. But now, its instincts scread survival. The lion's pride and dominance were montarily set aside, replaced by a primal urge to escape.
"Run?" Anos exclaid, his voice laced with amusent. His feet stirred up whirlwinds as he unleashed his Speed Shadow martial skill. In an instant, his speed skyrocketed, and he gave chase.
The landscape blurred around Anos as he pursued the Flaborn Lion. Trees beca green streaks, and rocks faded into the distance. The lion's labored breathing and pounding heartbeats echoed through Anos' senses.
"Where do you think you're going?" Anos shouted, his voice echoing through the landscape. The Flaborn Lion's wounds and dwindling vitality made escape unlikely. Anos' relentless pursuit would soon seal the lion's fate.
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If he let the Flaborn Lion escape today, it would be a missed opportunity. Fortunately, Anos' superior cultivation gave him an edge in speed, allowing him to slowly close the gap.
The chase continued, with Anos bursting out of the field and into a dense forest. Trees blurred together as they sped through the underbrush. Erging from the forest, another vast field stretched before them.
"Damn!" Anos cursed, his Spirit Blast striking the ground re inches from the Flaborn Lion's heels. The lion's incredible agility allowed it to dodge the attack.
"If only I had a spirit artifact and a mastered sword technique," Anos thought, frustration creeping into his mind. "But against a powerful demon beast like this, I'll do whatever it takes to erge victorious."
Determination hardened his resolve. Anos pressed on, undaunted by the challenge.
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After traversing the unforgiving wilderness, another dense forest lood before Anos. As he burst through the trees, he finally closed in on the Flaborn Lion.
But upon erging from the forest, Anos' triumphant cry froze in his throat.
The scene unfolding before him left him stunned, refusing to comprehend the reality.
Anos' eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events.
Anos' relentless pursuit had finally ended, but the scene before him made his heart sink. Beside the Flaborn Lion he'd been chasing stood a colossal counterpart, towering over three tis its size. Its majestic presence was daunting, radiating an aura of unyielding power.
The giant lion's dark blue eyes, reminiscent of a death god's fiery gaze, locked onto Anos, sending a chill through his veins. Those piercing eyes seed to bore into his very soul.
Under the lion's left claw, a woman lay pinned, her once-pristine white dress now stained crimson by the blood seeping from her wounds. The razor-sharp claws hovered at her neck, threatening to end her life with the slightest movent.
As she turned to face Anos, her eyes flashed with defiance, cold calculation, and a hint of desperation. Yet, beneath the blood-soaked face, Anos struggled to discern her features. Her gaze held a deep-seated stubbornness, as if she refused to surrender to her dire circumstances.
Anos' instincts scread to act, but the giant lion's presence made him wary. One misstep could seal the woman's fate – and his own. The air was heavy with tension, the outco hanging precariously in the balance.
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Anos' eyes widened as he gazed at the colossal Flaborn Lion. Its stats were shrouded in mystery:
Flaborn Lion
Realm: ???
Level: ???
Attribute: ???
The question marks mocked Anos, hinting at a power beyond his understanding. This was no ordinary beast; it had transcended the Spirit Condensation Realm.
Anos prioritized his own survival above all else. He wasn't a hero who would recklessly risk his life to save others. His own life was his top priority.
"I'm not going to risk my life for that woman," Anos thought. "My survival is all that matters."
The woman's desperate gaze didn't move him. He was resolute in his decision.
Anos turned to leave, but his curiosity lingered. What was the Flaborn Lion's true strength? Could he exploit its unknown attributes to his advantage?
With calculated caution, Anos began to formulate a plan, weighing the risks and potential rewards.
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A deafening roar shook the sky, making Anos' ears ache.
"Hey! you!" Anos shouted, launching a Spirit Blast Strike before turning to flee.
Just as he escaped, a system notification echoed in his mind:
"Ding... Mission [Teasing Little Big Sister] triggered."
Mission Details:
Punishnt for Failure: None
Progress: 0%
Reward: Sword Skill [Stormbringer's Edge]
Anos' eyes widened in incredulity.
"What the...?!" he exclaid. "Are you kidding , System?! Why didn't you warn about the mission trigger?! This is ridiculous!"
The system remained silent, leaving Anos frustrated and bewildered.
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Anos seethed with frustration. This was outrageous! Why did he have to encounter a Flaborn Lion at the Arcane Body Realm? Such demonic beasts rarely ventured near human territory.
His Spirit Blast had barely scratched the lion's head, equivalent to a firecracker's pop. The attack was laughable.
A thunderous roar erupted behind him.
Anos spun around to see the massive Flaborn Lion charging towards him, the smaller lion still cradled in its claws.
The beast's eyes blazed with fury.
Anos' heart sank. He was in grave danger.
Anos' heart overflowed with despair. "I'm done for, I'm done for, I'm done for!"
He swiftly activated his Speed Shadow technique and used his Scumbag Points to exchange for Agility, doubling his velocity.
However, the Flaborn Lion closed in relentlessly.
"This is the parent, no doubt," Anos thought. "It won't stop until I'm dead."
The lion's fury was palpable, driven by maternal instinct. Anos' attack on its offspring had sealed his fate.
The lion discarded its prey, fixated solely on Anos.
... "Cough, cough—" The woman struggled to sit up, clutching her chest. She had resigned herself to a tragic fate at the paws of the Flaborn Lion.
But fate had other plans.
Just as death lood, a young man appeared out of nowhere, saving her from the brink.
Now, he was the one fleeing for his life, pursued by the relentless Flaborn Lion.
Charlotte Reys slowly rose to her feet, her battered body trembling with effort. The severity of her injuries and the depletion of her spiritual energy made recovery a daunting task, one that would require ti and careful nurturing.
Her face was a mask of crimson, blood obscuring her features and dripping onto the dusty ground. Yet, despite her own precarious state, her cold eyes betrayed a deeper concern – for the young man who had saved her.
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Fortunately, Charlotte Reys had survived! But the weight of her salvation settled heavily upon her. She had been saved by a stranger, a cultivator of unparalleled strength – at the fifth star of the Spirit Condensation Realm.
As Anos fled, Charlotte Reys sensed his overwhelming power. In contrast, her own third-star Arcane Body Realm seed woefully inadequate. The disparity stunned her, and a crushing sense of vulnerability followed.
For the first ti in her life, Charlotte Reys was indebted to soone. This stranger had saved her life, yet now he faced mortal danger alone. Her heart wrestled with the dilemma.
A part of her yearned to repay her debt, to stand alongside her savior. But rationality cautioned against it – if she followed, she would only seal her own fate. The anguish of indecision gripped her.
Typically, people would flee in fear, lest the enemy turn their attention back to them. But Charlotte Reys stood frozen, her gaze fixed on Anos' receding figure for what felt like an eternity.
Her cold, emotionless eyes betrayed no hint of her inner turmoil. No one could fathom the thoughts swirling behind her stoic facade.
Finally, she stirred, slowly departing while tenderly cradling her wounds. Yet, the image of Anos' brave retreat lingered in her mind, indelibly etched.
The mory of his selfless rescue and her own helplessness haunted her, refusing to be shaken.
Charlotte Reys' steps faltered, her thoughts drifting back to the mysterious cultivator who had saved her life.
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At that mont, Anos was desperately evading the Flaborn Lion's pursuit. He narrowly dodged several lethal blue fireballs, his heart racing with every close call.
But as he glanced ahead, his hopes sank. A sheer cliff lood before him, a seemingly insurmountable barrier.
Panic set in, his mind racing for an escape. Then, his gaze landed on a small cave to the side.
Anos's eyes sparkled with renewed hope. The cave's entrance was narrow, too small for the massive Flaborn Lion to follow.
Without hesitation, Anos sprinted toward the cave. He dove into its darkness re seconds before the lion's massive paw slamd into the ground.
The earth shook beneath his feet as the lion's attack created a five-ter-deep crater. Anos shuddered, imagining the devastating consequences had he been a fraction slower.
After rushing into the cave, Anos tumbled more than ten ters before coming to a stop against the far wall. "Damn it! This cave isn't safe either?"
Breathless and frustrated, Anos peered out from the cave's depths, his eyes locked onto the Flaborn Lion's nacing form.
Just then, a blazing fireball shot into the cave. Anos swiftly pivoted and pressed himself against the edge, narrowly avoiding the inferno.
The flas licked the walls, casting flickering shadows. Anos held his breath, listening to the Flaborn Lion's furious roars echoing outside.
The lion's relentless pursuit sent shivers down Anos's spine. He knew he couldn't stay hidden forever.
"Damn it! I didn't expect my first demon beast hunt to go sideways like this!" Anos cursed, his eyes burning with frustration.
But then, a spark of hope ignited within him. He hastily retrieved a small, glowing object from his chest - the Firestorm Nugget.
"The heavens aren't ready for to die just yet!" Anos exclaid, relief washing over his face.
In his hand lay the Firestorm Nugget, a potent tool capable of unleashing a devastating inferno, even obliterating a Profound Heaven Realm cultivator. Against an Arcane Body Realm foe like the Flaborn Lion, its destructive power would be unmatched.
A calculated glint appeared in Anos's eyes. "This nugget will turn the tables."
Anos had nearly forgotten about the Firestorm Nugget, but its presence brought imnse relief. Without it, his fate would have been sealed.
Standing up, resolve etched on his face, Anos grasped the Firestorm Nugget firmly. His eyes blazed with fury.
"You dare chase , spit fire at , and refuse to leave? Then you'll pay the price!" Anos snarled, his voice low and nacing.
The Flaborn Lion's relentless pursuit had pushed him to the edge. Now, Anos was ready to unleash his counterattack.
With the Firestorm Nugget at the ready, Anos prepared to face his pursuer, determined to erge victorious.
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