Lin Shuo said when he left, Mystic Jade replied, "Now is the best time to kill the Red Flame Lion. If you leave like this, it becomes a foe."

"Don't joke with me; that lion is too crazy. If I wake it, can I even survive?" "Since that beast is asleep, it's better to escape." Lin Shuo only thought Mystic Jade was unconscious, for playing and leaving would be dangerous.

At the foot of the mountain, a burning Red Flame Lion prowled. Should they ascend the mountain, the path was rugged. Forests made it challenging to estimate the size of rocks and cliffs necessary. Mr. Lin said that when he saw the city 10 miles away, he lay atop the summit, catching his breath. Wiping sweat from his brow, he gazed at the pure white clouds above, allowing his mood to relax.

"This trek is exhausting." "When defeating the White Leopard," Lin Yun spent all his Dark Power and physical strength before he finally rested, feeling an unusual fatigue. Just as Lin Yun considered closing his eyes to sleep, a terrifying roar echoed from the mountain base—a horrifying sound, as if it were showcasing dominance.

Lin Shuo was jolted awake by those dreadful sounds and immediately sat up to see what was happening. He could not discern much at first, but at just one glance, his hair stood on end. He saw that in the grove below, the Red Flame Lion was surrounded by three to four dozen White Leopards—one of them larger than the others, likely their leader.

Lin Shuo wiped sweat from his forehead. Luckily, his vigilance paid off. Seemingly aware of death hovering over Leopard ranks, he noted titles written: beasts transformed by White Leopard sacrifices. Regretfully, he was too late for Bai Yun. He mistook the cub bones of the small White Leopards for the Red Flame Lion's frenzied massacre. White Leopards, lions, flickering flames—inevitable chaos was destined to erupt into fierce war.

It was just moments ago that the roar came from the Red Flame Lion's mane. The sound intimidated those White Leopards but did not frighten Bai Yun Leopard, even though this Second Level Lion held a higher rank than it. If united, three to four dozen White Leopards would prove difficult to defeat by the Red Flame Lion.

The Red Fire Mad Lion couldn't intimidate the determined Bai Yun Leopard coalition. Its red feathers ignited, transforming its body into blazing flames. The Red Fire Mad Lion's eyes burned with ferocity as it mentally prepared to battle.

Lin Shuo said he could feel the heat waves emanating from the summit. Observing the Red Flame Lion's gravity, he suddenly felt compelled to interpret something. The power of a Third Level Chaos Beast surpasses that of a First Level Chaos Beast exponentially.

Witnessing the Red Flame Lion wielding terrifying fire control, the Bai Yun Leopards retreated. However, the White Leopard leader standing atop a boulder remained fearless, roaring defiantly. With the bold empowerment of Bai Yun Leopard's speed, 40 White Leopards would not withdraw. A violent battle lay ahead.

The powerful Red Flame Lion and the White Yun Leopards had no choice but to clash. The Bai Yun Leopards lacked individual stamina, necessitating teamwork. Their unified strength made their group deadly in combat.

Four hidden among the thickets delivered fatal blows to enemies. The Bai Yun Leopards radiated unparalleled fighting spirit, scattering everything. Concealed behind nearby rocks and trees, they pounced the moment the Red Flame Lion erupted, leaving Bai Yun Leopards scrambling for survival.

Lin Shuo clenched his fists silently from the peak. Murder hovered under his composure. This scene brought about rampant whispers of elemental fire triggers.

Roaring White Leopards surrounded the Red Flame Lion furiously in groups of eight. The massive beast struggled to twist and evade. No matter the outcome, it inevitably bore relentless attacks from Bai Yun Leopards on all sides.

Red Flame Lion roared furiously, showing reddened rage across its face. Its eyes seemed to promise the White Leopards, "Come at me!"

And so, eight White Leopards lunged from different angles. The Red Flame Lion, maddened by the chaotic roar, swung its claws violently, colliding against one White Leopard. A thunderous crack echoed as the White Leopard's body split into two, killed instantly. The other seven White Leopards collapsed, lifeless from the Lion's savage strikes. Their attempts to sink fangs into the Lion were fruitless.

The wrathful Red Flame Lion invoked its haunting Dark Power. Flames surged half a foot high around it, consuming the seven fallen White Leopards immediately and reducing them to ash. Yet, though scorched, the seven White Leopards fiercely clenched their teeth. The Lion's increased weight struggled under its fiery protection.

"This Jaguar is too fierce; handling the Red Fire Lion has become hard." Lin hid atop the mountain, spectating the gripping animal battle below.

"Not yet? The Red Fire Mad Lion hasn't unleashed its full strength. If it absorbs surrounding Fire Element, it'll become a Chaos Beast with exceptional defensive power — just like a Bai Yun Leopard." Mystic Jade commented.

"Impressive. A battle concluded after 40 exchanges could declare a lone leader worthy of distinction." Lin Shuo nodded, watching the Red Flame Lion's fierce determination.

Using fire as its weapon, the Red Fire Mad Lion scorched eight White Leopards instantly. Brutality only escalated as Bai Yun Leopards remained unyielding. For every sacrifice of eight leopards, the Red Fire Mad Lion sustained deeper wounds.

The Bai Yun Leopard chief stood silently atop a towering rock, always guiding the assault forward. Dispatches of eight White Leopards met successive attacks, initiating the second round swiftly. Five White Leopards formed three rotating battle groups, charging at the Red Flame Lion.

The Red Flame Lion showed no hesitation. It slashed its claws, inciting explosions in the wind. Singling out seven corpses of White Leopards, it incinerated them into flying ash. What immense power!

Faced with this overwhelming Fire Eye Power, even ten unified White Leopards could only leap slightly and retreat several steps—baring white fangs before launching sacrificial hit-and-run attacks aimed at wearing down the Lion's Dark Power.

The Red Fire Mad Lion stood unwavering, fearless. This time, it initiated a brutal assault—its massive frame erupting flames, charging toward the ten White Leopards ahead.

Bai Yun watched the Mad Lion confront his leopards. Though heavily injured, Bai Yun refused to cower. Along the front row, three White Leopards banded together, leaping in unity to counterattack.

A deafening explosion rang out as the Mad Lion swiped two White Leopards—they disintegrated into broken bones, killed instantly. Yet, a third Leopard bit deep into the Lion's neck artery, drawing blood. However, the Lion's thick skin, layered with flaming protection, deflected the bite's impact, barely affecting the Lion.

Infuriated, the Mad Lion flung its claws upon another White Leopard, shattering blood like stars scattering—splitting the Leopard in half without hesitation. Such explosive strength shredded deterrence into pieces.

Upon hitting ground zero, the Mad Lion engaged the White Leopard coalition furiously. This was his second round—mutual savagery spiraling into ghastly carnage, neither side yielding. Twelve Leopards bared their fierce fangs, clawing without remorse.

Gnashing sounds shuddered again as three more White Leopards perished violently under the Mad Lion's brute power. Rivers of blood filled desolate terrain—a harrowing sight Lin Shuo viewed solemnly atop the mountain.

Bai Yun Leopard's chief, sensing the Mad Lion's overwhelming force, could no longer refrain. He commanded the remaining ten White Leopards to charge en masse. The battle intensified dramatically. Victory seemed tantalizingly close if paired with refined mastery resembling a heroic prodigy—a fight to end rival clans, commanding unfaltering bloodshed.

"Good, what grandeur in this lion-leopard clash!" Lin Shuo exclaimed, standing to applaud the ferocious exchange.

As the skirmish neared its half-hour mark, the Bai Yun Leopards dwindled to fewer than five. The Red Flame Mad Lion persisted, though visibly fatigued and inflicted with severe wounds.