In the dusky swamp, a silver bolt flashed in the sky like a sharp blade tearing the clouds in two. From afar, it looked similar to a waterfall being split in two. Wherever the bolt of lightning went, countless demonic beasts in the swamp would panic and flee.

The bolt of lightning was naturally the Silverthunder Demonhawk. As one of the overlords of the swamp, it was akin to being an emperor of this region. This demonic beast didn’t need to eat that often and would go hunting every few months.

However, when it went hunting, all demonic beasts would panic, regardless of how ferocious they were. The scene of a hundred wolves fleeing was the best proof of the Silverthunder Demonhawk’s prestige and dominance.

Suddenly, the silver bolt of lightning descended like a meteor. When it landed on the ground, the ground trembled violently and a cloud of dust rose. From within the cloud of dust, a miserable shriek sounded out and a flaming lion...