The spacious cave at the bottom of the tree seemed to be a little crowded in an instant.
The pride that had just bared their fangs and brandished their claws immediately quietened down.
The lions near the second hole retreated into the distance in fear.
Even if this terrifying ancient ferocious beast stood there and looked at them, it could scare them out of their urine.
That powerful and terrifying aura assaulted them like a mountain pressing down, making every lion tremble.
All the lions that rushed in obediently stopped in place and did not move, waiting for its orders. They did not even dare to breathe.
The Jerry brothers, who had been slapped away, struggled to stand up from the ground, their faces covered in blood. Just as they were about to roar and rush up, their feet turned limp and they fell to the ground again.
The saber-toothed tiger did not look at them again.