In the inner world of the Putu Pagoda.

A golden lion, whose body almost turns into a streamer, is shining in a small space.

Around him, innumerable roots and branches, like whips, whipped at the golden lion.

A hundred miles away from the golden lion, Li Mengyao and Ning Xiueer looked ahead from afar.

Li Mengyao's strength is quite strong, but it is far from the rival of the golden lion.

"This golden lion is a famous strong man in the orcs, named Aslan. Unexpectedly, Ye Dun even received this person. I really don't know how he did it." Li Mengyao looked ahead at the Golden Lion and said softly....