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"Bang!"

Little Curly Tail's barbed tail suddenly swung out and slapped the miserable black lion, sending it flying!

At the same time, the sharp thorns tore off a large piece of flesh from its back!

The black lion fell heavily to the ground, landing in front of the pride that had rushed over. Its entire body was dripping with blood and it let out a painful scream.

The Killing God, Sed, stopped and looked down at the wounds on his body. Then, he raised his head and looked at the young lion with a strange tail in front of him. His gaze was cold and surprised.

Behind him stood eight adult lions with lush manes in their prime.

Not only did Little Curly Tail know a few of them, he had also fought them before.

These adult lions were lion kings of a certain pride in the nearby grassland or some wandering lion.