C62 Bloodshed

Zhang Yu dabbed at the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and spat out a clot of blood. He inhaled deeply, gearing up to strike back, but the Red Flame Golden Horn Lion's assault came without warning.

Its claws, sharp and curved into a sinister arc, were wrapped in a fiery red aura that shimmered with a chilling gleam. They sliced mercilessly toward Zhang Yu's abdomen