Draw Goddess from Douluo

Finally, under the continuous heavy blows and bloodshed, the Dark Wolf's power gradually ran out. It let out a final wail, unclenched its clenched fists, and fell heavily to the ground. On its back, a wound as big as a bowl had been gouged out by the wind-exploding flames. The skin and flesh of the wound were torn apart, and the blood was drained out. The tragic scene was simply shocking.

Liu Yang also exhausted his last bit of strength in this fierce battle. He was half kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with his hands and trying his best to keep his eyes open. Although his vision was blurred, he could still vaguely see the shaggy lion slowly walking towards him.

He knew in his heart that the sword he had just thrown out suddenly hit the lioness in the forehead as he expected and killed her on the spot, but it also completely angered the male lion who had always remained calm.

At this moment, the lion's eyes were red, its sharp teeth exposed, and it was roaring, exuding strong killing intent.

Liu Yang knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death. He tried to stand up, but found that his body was no longer in control. Although he still has the last tenth of the soul energy, he just doesn't have the strength to operate them. This feeling of powerlessness and despair filled Liu Yang's heart with bitterness.

However, at this critical moment, an inexplicable power suddenly surged deep in Liu Yang's heart. He thought of the hardships and hardships he had experienced along the way, and of those who had supported him and accompanied him. Their smiles, their encouragement, and their expectations all turned into Liu Yang's motivation to persevere at this moment.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to mobilize the remaining soul energy in his body. Although his strength is weak, he must give it a try at this critical moment of life and death. Liu Yang struggled to stand up. Facing the angry lion, he knew that he could not retreat and must stand up to face this life-and-death battle.

Seeing this, the lion roared even more violently and pounced on Liu Yang. At this critical moment, Liu Yang gathered his last strength and prepared to fight this beast to the death. The outcome of this battle will directly determine his life or death.

He finally felt that death was so close to him again. That cold, desperate feeling seemed to have penetrated deeply into his bone marrow, making it impossible for him to escape. He stood there, looking at the lion in front of him, a trace of firmness and determination flashed in his eyes.

"I, I am Liu Yang's little wife, and I came here to discuss things with him!" A lovely voice suddenly rang in his ears. It was Qi Ling's voice, full of ridicule and ambiguity. He was stunned for a moment, recalling every moment of getting along with Qi Ling, her innocent smile, her ambiguous words, and that face that seemed to be full of spring. But all of this is gradually becoming blurry at this moment, covered up by the life and death in front of him.

"Really, you are such a cruel and heartless man. You have forgotten me just a few years after coming here. Wow, men really don't have a good thing." Qi Ling's voice seemed to be choked, as if she was really affected by him. Forgetting, that cry of grievance made his heart hurt. But he knew that now was not the time to dwell on memories, he had to face the crisis at hand.

The lion let out a roar that was deafening, as if the entire dungeon was shaking at this moment. It suddenly dropped its limbs to the ground and made a leap into the sky, which was a precursor to an attack. Liu Yang knew that he had no way out. He closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists, and a trace of determination appeared on his face.

"Just die, or at worst, I will drag you to hell with me!" He roared in his heart, as if he wanted to vent all his fear and anxiety. The moment the lion fell to the ground, he opened his eyes again, with madness and determination flashing in his eyes.

He roared like crazy: "Ah..." This voice was full of power and anger, as if it was going to destroy all obstacles. The sound wave shook the entire dungeon, as if the heaven and earth were shaking. This force is so powerful that one can't help but feel in awe.

As his roar fell, the entire giant tower was instantly covered by a bloody and terrifying aura. This breath makes people feel suffocating, as if the air is filled with the smell of death. A ball of extremely smelly blood mist exploded in mid-air, completely covering the dungeon. There seems to be endless murderous intent and danger hidden in this blood mist.