Chapter 182

Those fireballs slammed down violently.

The Thirteenth Prince saw that, centered on Zhengcheng Sect's main gate, hundreds of meters around instantly exploded!

Vast flames erupted, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire!

Countless Lion Clan warriors were blasted into the sky.

Even more Lion Clan warriors were burned alive.

When the flames cleared, that stretch of hundreds of meters of wall had turned to rubble!

Even the massive stones forming the wall had been shattered, many transformed into molten lava flowing across the ground.

These red molten flows looked more horrifying than blood.

The power of this strike left tens of thousands of Lion Clan warriors utterly frozen.

Deep despair rose in the heart of every Lion Clan warrior.

This kind of attack could not be resisted by any human force!

Even if their old Lion King were still alive, he likely couldn't withstand such an attack.

Just surviving would be a miracle!

"Thirteenth, let's surrender!"

Beside the Thirteenth Prince, a Lion Clan prince was trembling all over.

After witnessing Meng Ying's terrifying attack, that Lion Clan prince nearly pissed himself.

Too terrifying!

If that strike had landed right here, our fate wouldn't be any better than those Lion Clan warriors over there.

Yet they assumed, as Lion Clan princes, the enemy would target them first—but in truth, Meng Ying hadn't even noticed them.

How many Lion Clan princes have died already?

Since the old Lion King's death, not a single person in the entire Lion Clan could make Meng Ying spare them a glance.

Just a few pus-filled princes.

Of course, even if all Lion Clan warriors surrendered, and even if these princes surrendered, their fates wouldn't be any better.

Their endings were already sealed!

"That's right, Thirteenth, how can we fight anymore? Unless the gods truly descend their power—twenty-eight years ago, the Beast God's wrath unleashed power that killed over ten thousand enemies and secured our victory—but the Beast God hasn't shown a miracle in ages, and our Grand Priest is gone—this battle is lost!"

As another prince spoke, he glanced at the Thirteenth Prince and realized the Thirteenth Prince's face was deathly pale, his teeth chattering!

The Thirteenth Prince's pus-filled cowardice had fully surfaced!

"Surren… surrender!"

The Thirteenth Prince said in a trembling voice.

"Drop your weapons and surrender!"

As soon as the Thirteenth Prince spoke, the other three princes shouted in unison.

On the wall, tens of thousands of Lion Clan warriors sighed in relief, dropping their weapons and raising their hands.

"This is truly one person breaking an entire city!"

The Centaur Chief, seeing this, muttered.