The Angel of Slaughter in the Swamp

"So, we're about to catch up to the Horn of Destruction?"

The Tiger King licked his fangs, eager to give it a try.

Being a top predator born from birth, he could judge the approximate time of death of the Lion King's son based on the corpse's degree of decomposition.

Judging from the stiffness of the flesh and the faint smell of the organs, the guy could not have been dead for more than half a day, and he would have been buried in the ground for less.

This meant that they were only half an hour away from the Lion King's exploration team.

As long as they sped up, they would be able to get in front of the Lion King in minutes.

Besides, the Lion King was suffering from the pain of losing his son, so his mental state had to be very unstable.

This was the best chance to kill him!

"Jackal" Kanus looked troubled.

"Is there a problem?"

The Tiger King frowned, his prickly beard sticking up.

"Yes, there is a small problem."