Chapter 177: The Terror of Abyssal Flame!

The High Priest's move left the Old Lion King stunned.

The Old Lion King never expected the High Priest would flee!

"Damn it! Don't just stand there—attack!"

The Old Lion King roared.

As soon as the Old Lion King finished shouting, the Lion Clan warriors charged at Mengying without fear of death.

A mage's body is not strong; even a Sixth-Rank Archmage, once closed in, can be killed by a single First-Rank Lion Clan warrior.

"Protect Princess Mengying!"

The Centaur chieftain shouted.

A thousand Centaur warriors surrounded Mengying's back and both sides, locking into fierce combat with the charging Lion Clan warriors.

Their equipment advantage reached its peak—even without a charge, they still slaughtered the endless waves of Lion Clan warriors.

The Lion Clan warriors were helpless: if they clustered too tightly, the Centaurs would use explosive spears; if they charged loosely, they simply couldn't match the fully armored Centaurs.

But the Old Lion King's order stood, so the Lion Clan warriors kept charging at the Centaurs without fear.

The Old Lion King roared again, blocking falling fireballs while steadily advancing toward Mengying!

Her strength was far stronger than Odin's—by this appearance, she was nearly Seventh Rank!

Mengying's expression didn't change; she pointed her finger at the Abyssal Flame on her staff, and a small black flame shot toward the Old Lion King.

Seeing the Abyssal Flame approach, the Old Lion King, who had initially dismissed it, suddenly remembered something—her face turned pale, and she forgot the fireballs above, roaring instead.

That roar was terrifying—even a large boulder in front of her was blown away by the sound.

The Abyssal Flame Mengying launched was also blown away by her roar.

This technique was even more powerful than the legendary Lion's Roar Art.

"Boom!"

But immediately, a massive fireball smashed onto the Old Lion King's head, turning her once-mighty form into a battered mess.

But the Old Lion King's armor was no joke—it saved her life.

Otherwise, no Sixth-Rank warrior could withstand an Archmage's attack with just their body!

"This flame is too strange—retreat first, then plan."

The Old Lion King was even considering retreating.

She had no choice: the Abyssal Flame felt too unnatural—if it touched her, she'd be finished, and her "Lion's Roar Art" couldn't be used forever.

Besides, she'd just been hit by a fireball and was already injured!

"Order: withdraw from Green Lake Woods, return to Wang Cheng and hold the city!"

The Old Lion King turned and ran.

"Trying to escape?"

Mengying's expression didn't change—she had already activated her divine art.

As soon as the Old Lion King fled, she could no longer defend against the fireballs from above.

"Boom!"

A fireball struck her body, sending the Old Lion King screaming in pain—but she endured and kept running.

Once she put enough distance between them, the fireballs couldn't reach her!

Originally, Odin had missed the best chance to flee because she was fixated on breaking the city—if she'd chosen to run from the start, she could have escaped.

But Odin had charged out of ten thousand troops and declared she'd break the city alone—if she fled before even touching Daocheng Sect, she'd become a laughingstock!

The Old Lion King moved fast—she was about to escape Mengying's magical range when suddenly, a fireball wreathed in black flame slammed into her.

How could her speed compare to that black fireball?

She thought it was just an ordinary fireball.

Just one more hit, and she'd be out of Mengying's range—then she could return to Wang Cheng and plan her next move.

Choosing Green Lake Woods as the battlefield had originally been a brilliant move—but the Old Lion King never imagined this brilliant move had been turned into a disastrous one by Mengying's sheer personal power!

Especially with the High Priest's escape, the Old Lion King had completely lost any chance to turn the tide!

"The Centaur main force is still twenty li away—our warriors can at least retreat to Nine Cities; if we reach Wang Cheng, we still have a chance to fight!"

The Old Lion King calculated this in her mind.

Then…

The black fireball struck her.

"Boom!"

Black flames erupted instantly over her body.

The Old Lion King was As If Struck Heavily—she felt a deep burning sensation in her soul!

This flame was burning her soul!

"Aaaah! What's happening!"

The Old Lion King frantically slapped her own body, but the flame had no form or substance—she couldn't slap it out…

This was a soul-burning flame.

If Abyssal Flame were naturally born, it would never come to the Continent of Gods.

They'd want to come, but they couldn't survive long on the Continent of Gods.

So records of Abyssal Flame were extremely rare.

Some human kingdom mage towers did have records and countermeasures for Abyssal Flame.

But this was a beastman nation—even the High Priest, who had once sacrificed to the Abyssal Demon God, had no good countermeasure and fled directly—what could the Old Lion King do?

The black flames burned fiercer and fiercer, and the Old Lion King's screams grew louder and louder.

The burning coming from the Soul Layer was terrifying.

The Old Lion King, a Sixth-Rank peak warrior approaching Seventh Rank, was writhing helplessly on the ground, burned alive!

But writhing did no good.

Once the Abyssal Demon Flame ignited on the Soul Layer, it could not be extinguished by any means except special techniques.

This aberrant fire from the Abyss could be said to be nearly unsolvable unless one reached a certain level of strength or mastered the method to counter it!

In the distance, the Lion Clan warriors, witnessing this scene, trembled in spirit.

A sense of impending doom surged over them.

These Lion Clan warriors finally understood why the mysterious High Priest had fled!