Fierce Battle

The afternoon in the forest was not oppressively hot; occasional bird chirps created an unusually serene atmosphere. However, when a thunderous roar erupted, all the spiritual beasts within a ten-mile radius instantly halted their activities, turning their attention to the source of the roar.

Yet, this roar, though mighty, carried an undeniable sense of sadness and despair, akin to that of a dying person who had given up on life. No, it was more than that. Within the roar, there seemed to be a faint glimmer of hope and a mother's love for her child.

At the source of the sound,

"Demon Spirit Palm!" A fierce shout accompanied a mocking laughter from a yellow-robed man, who immediately shot forward. His right palm emitted a dark light, fiercely striking.

"Roar!" The Storm Spirit Lizard emitted a low growl, and the scales on its back turned into arrows, shooting towards the man.