I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

"Hurry up! Try to get back to the tribe before sunset!"

A line of lions were walking through the woods. The orc in the front was carrying something similar to a sedan chair on his back. The sedan chair was tied tightly to his back with ropes. The sedan chair was covered with a curtain that moved in the wind, and a man leaning on a seat could be vaguely seen inside.

He placed one hand on the armrest and supported his face with the other, his eyes were blurry and he looked drowsy.

The sun is about to set, and boundless rays of light cover the entire sky. The orange and red colors are magnificent.

Just as they were running at a high speed, towering vines swirled and entangled, blocking their way forward, and then the way was blocked by vines all around.

"Chief...something seems to be wrong!"

The leading orc realized that something was wrong. There were strange plants in the animal world, but no strange and special plants had ever appeared on the road they were traveling.

Olivier came to his senses, tiptoed out of the sedan chair and landed on the ground.

"Who dares to block my way, Olivier?"

This is definitely not a rare plant, but someone is deliberately messing with it.

But in Olivier's impression, he had never heard of anyone being able to manipulate plants.

After a while, an old man's powerful voice rang out: "Olivier? You are so majestic! Today, I want to see who is more majestic, you or me!"

A dense mass of hidden leaf weapons attacked Olivier and the others. Some were killed on the spot, while others were able to resist a little.

Then a sloppy old man with pure black eyes and black mist swung his claws at them, instantly tearing an orc's head into pieces, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Beast King? The Beast King of the Filthy Blood Race dares to show up? He is really courting death!" Olivier laughed sarcastically. So what if he is a Beast King? Can he really be killed in a one-on-one fight?

"Since you want to die, I will grant your wish! You filthy bugs, let me show you how powerful the Lion King is!"

A deafening lion roar resounded throughout the dense forest, frightening the flying birds so much that they suddenly stopped, trembling and falling down, wailing in fear.

A fiery red line appeared between Olivier's eyebrows, and his originally dark red hair was dyed bright red, swaying like a leaping and dancing blazing flame.

"You really don't know how to live or die!" His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his roar, and it was slightly hoarse, accompanied by a surge of anger.

When the beast kings fight, the weaker ones will die instantly. Even if they are stronger, it will be difficult for them to survive the confrontation unless they are at the eighth or ninth star level.

The sound of the fist-to-flesh attack can no longer be described as the sound of flesh colliding. It is the collision of hard iron blocks. The claws pass by with a sharp sound, and sparks can be faintly seen.

Patrick activated the power of his blood, and the hard iron vines attacked Olivier. Olivier was not a pushover either. He raised his head slightly, and the dead lions on the ground became weapons in his hands. Drops of blood condensed into the air and formed a small shield.

The moment the vines hit the blood shield, they withered and turned black, which were the marks of being burned.

Because of the vines blocking the view, Su Tang couldn't see clearly, but he could still make out some things roughly.

"The power of the lion clan's bloodline is to control blood? Control the blood of others?"

Nolan folded his arms and glanced at them casually. "To be precise, it is the burning of blood. Burning blood can gain superhuman abilities. If one uses one's own blood, the effect can be the best. However, Olivier is a mixed blood, so even if he burns blood, he cannot be compared with people of the main vein."

That's all. On the battlefield, isn't that a humanoid destroyer? His weapons are everywhere. How terrifying!

But Patrick’s ability to manipulate plants is not bad either. This is the world of animals, and there are lush plants everywhere!

The battle became more intense, and both Patrick and Olivier suffered many wounds. Their bodies had been tempered to the extreme, and neither of them had any talent for defense, so this kind of hand-to-hand combat could tear through the opponent's defense.

The small open space where the battle was originally taking place has become increasingly fragmented due to the fight between the two. Trees have fallen down, dust and grass leaves have been flying, and they have instantly dissipated and settled due to the fierce battle between the two.

"You can't afford it?" Su Tang looked more and more uneasy. She glanced at the man beside her and secretly clicked her tongue. How could a man be so handsome?

Nolan yawned, and drops of crystal water dotted his phoenix eyes, wetting his purple eyelashes, so beautiful that it was impossible to take your eyes off him.

"No hurry, it's still early. Let's fight for a while and drain Olivier's energy. Only then can we kill him with one strike."

After all, if someone is suddenly attacked while fighting vigorously, he will lose half his life.

Erlan had long lost interest in watching the battle on the opposite side. The battle between beast kings was a good opportunity to learn and improve himself. However, when he thought of the beautiful man standing next to him, he couldn't calm down. His eyes fell on Su Tang.

Su Tang stood in the middle, also speechless. The one on the opposite side was the Beast King. It would be fine if they didn't pay attention to the battle, but why were they staring at her?

Can you still see a flower on her body?

Su Tang could understand why Erlan was jealous. She was secretly very happy that such a reserved person was jealous of her. But why was this Butterfly Beast King staring at her?

Just because two days ago, he said she was out of control and thought she was special?

But Su Tang really didn't feel the bewitching power that Nolan mentioned. She just felt that he was just a stunningly beautiful woman, and nothing else.

"almost."

Nolan's back had spread wings, a pair of butterfly wings, the same blue-purple color, dotted with intricate patterns. The patterns were very strange, and just staring at them for a while could make people fall into a dream, gorgeous but unreal.

He spread his wings and flew away, his butterfly feathers fluttering, and dazzling powder fell down. The two people who were originally fighting fiercely were shocked at the same time, and looked up at the sky with their peripheral vision.

The gorgeous butterfly feathers swooped down, and Patrick, without the slightest hesitation, used his body as a prison to tightly control Olivier's upper body.

Nolan fell down and put his big hand on the top of Olivier's head. Olivier struggled hard to break free from Patrick's restraints, and then a strange feeling came from his head.

"Olivier, look at me."

His voice carried an even more powerful and bewitching power, which penetrated deeply into Olivier's ears and eyes.

Invisible spores stuck to his brain, lived there, absorbed power, and grew rapidly until they covered his entire head.

Gradually, Olivier's struggles became smaller and smaller, until he completely became an obedient puppet, looking at Nolan with empty and silent eyes.

A difficult voice came out from the throat, dull and rigid.

"Owner."