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Two fists could not defeat four hands.

The young lion king with a sparse mane finally fell to the ground and could not stand up again.

His spine was bitten off and his abdomen was bitten through. Even his brain was bitten through. His entire body was covered in wounds. There was not a single intact piece of flesh on his entire body.

His fantasy of fighting alone turned into a group fight.

He widened his eyes and died with a grievance.

The battle of the two prides made the little animals and birds around flee in panic. It also attracted the attention of the other ferocious beasts in this ancient forest.

However, when the ferocious beasts checked carefully from afar, they quietly left.

This group of outsiders did not seem to be easy to provoke.

Although the big black bear's terrifying roar was a little fierce on the outside, it could indeed scare most enemies.