The Late Beast Emperor

"You, what do you want to do?" Ernest looked up and questioned it with a bit of anxiety. The approaching winged tiger definitely didn't bring any goodness.

Now he was in the shackles of mixed elemental magic, and it had sealed him from fighting back or even moving. The fire had understood, and for some reason, he knew that he was in a vulnerable state.

"You're still questioning that? Isn't that obvious, I want to make you suffer." Vanessa answered kindly.

The members of the Pyrogressive Lion Clan witnessed that and became furious. Either way, they needed to stop what might happen to their Patriarch Emperor from having the same fate as their crown prince.

"Hey, the battle is over! Hurry up and stop that insane winged tiger before it's too late!"

"Yeah, let's ask the Beast God for help right away! We can't let that vile winged tiger castrate our lord!"

"You winged tigers, you must help us deal with your kin!"