Chapter 181: This Is One Person Breaking an Entire City!

On the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng, tens of thousands of Lion Clan warriors stared in stunned silence at the vast, densely packed army outside the city.

This was the first time in decades that Wang Cheng had been besieged by an enemy army.

Even during the wars with the Tiger Clan, it had never come to this.

The towering walls, though clearly high, gave not a single Lion Clan warrior a sense of safety.

Especially those Lion Clan warriors who had fought in the City of Miracles!

These were seasoned warriors, yet now they were the most uncertain of all.

In the Battle of the City of Miracles, the mighty Lion Clan army had not even reached the enemy's walls.

In the Battle of Green Lake Forest, their mighty Lion King had been slain!

This army, though numerically inferior, filled them with overwhelming fear!

"Night is falling—won't they attack now?"

"Who knows? Look, someone's coming out!"

The Lion Clan warriors on the walls murmured among themselves.

"It's that mage!"

Some Lion Clan warriors who had seen Meng Ying cried out in horror.

Their voices sparked a significant commotion among the Lion Clan warriors.

In Green Lake Forest, Meng Ying had left these Lion Clan warriors with terrifying psychological scars.

So even though Meng Ying stood alone, to these Lion Clan warriors, she was more terrifying than the tens of thousands of soldiers behind her.

One person could match a thousand armies!

When the might of a thousand armies concentrates upon a single individual, the aura it produces is equally terrifying!

The Centaur Chieftain carried Meng Ying to a point just one hundred meters from the city wall.

At this distance, if any of the Lion Clan's strongest warriors launched from above, they could easily hurl their spears across.

Yet Meng Ying showed not the slightest fear.

None of the Lion Clan warriors dared to attack.

Meng Ying's gaze swept over the walls of Wang Cheng, then she spoke.

Her voice was quiet, but she used a Sound Amplification Spell to effortlessly magnify it.

"Your Lion King is dead. All Lion Clan warriors, lay down your weapons. Those who swear allegiance to the Great Flame Lord and become his warriors shall be granted mercy!"

Meng Ying's words stirred unrest among many Lion Clan warriors on the walls.

The Lion Clan worshipped an ancient barbaric god.

The Lion Clan's High Priest was, in fact, the high priest of that barbaric god.

But the Lion Clan's High Priest, seeking greater power, secretly sacrificed to the Abyssal Demon God.

Most of the Heavenly Realm's deities are indeed stingy.

Only exceptionally gifted devotees receive their generous favor.

For ordinary devotees, their prayers are not even heard—or wanted.

In contrast, the Abyssal Demon God is far simpler: as long as you use ancient dark arts and offer sacrifices to them, they will often grant you power in accordance with the value of what you sacrifice!

So these Lion Clan warriors did have their own faith.

But before the threat of death, faith sometimes matters little.

Especially since the barbaric god the Lion Clan worshipped had not manifested a miracle in a very long time.

Thus, Meng Ying's words instantly shook the resolve of many less steadfast Lion Clan warriors!

On the walls, witnessing this, the four princes panicked.

"Abandoning your faith will bring divine wrath—have you forgotten the Beast God's Fury twenty-eight years ago? The gods watch from above! You are brave warriors! If you fight to the death for your god, he will surely grant you power, as he did twenty-eight years ago!"

Seeing this, the Thirteenth Prince could no longer hold back his own safety—he stepped forward and shouted!

As for whether the Beast God would grant power—who knew?

Only the Lion Clan's High Priest could communicate with the Beast God, yet now even the High Priest had vanished.

But the Thirteenth Prince had to say this to rally the Lion Clan warriors' morale.

Otherwise, if these warriors surrendered en masse, how could this battle be fought?

If the Lion Clan warriors surrendered and swore faith to the Flame Lord, perhaps they might still live.

But the Thirteenth Prince could not be certain he himself would survive.

Most crucially, he still wanted to taste the thrill of becoming Lion King!

The Thirteenth Prince's words still had considerable effect.

As soon as he spoke, some wavering Lion Clan warriors hardened their resolve.

Some Lion Clan warriors who desperately wanted to surrender—like the thousands who had fled from the City of Miracles and were utterly broken—saw no one else move, and dared not move first.

"Stay strong! Our city is tall and strong—they will never break through!"

The Thirteenth Prince continued to shout.

"Lady Meng Ying, it seems the enemy won't give up until they've seen the Yellow River."

The Centaur Chieftain murmured softly.

Meng Ying fell silent and began chanting a spell.

Seeing this, the Thirteenth Prince instinctively felt dread.

She regretted it—why had she stepped out when she'd been safe?

"Quick, let's go—her magic hasn't landed yet. We must move elsewhere."

The Thirteenth Prince hurriedly told the other three princes.

Then, it saw countless enormous fireballs falling from the sky.

The scene was like the descent of doomsday!

Those fireballs did not land on the Thirteen Prince's location.

Instead, they fell over the main gate of the Lion Clan's Wang Cheng!

But the Thirteen Prince could not be happy at all.

It stared blankly at those fireballs, its very thoughts frozen solid!

"Boom!"