Chapter 1166

The frenzied Nine-headed lion-tiger beast king unleashed a deafening roar, and its rampaging beast horde charged like a tide of iron, crushing the ground and snapping ancient trees as they surged forward with terrifying destruction. Every creature within a hundred-mile radius fled in panic, terrified of being caught in the chaos. Wyatt had no choice but to keep running. After sprinting for miles, his eyes lit up. There, in the distance, was another creature fleeing for its life. "Zarian!" Wyatt exclaimed, waving frantically at the golden lion cub while his eyes gleamed with excitement. He had been dreaming of feasting on this very creature, and now it had delivered itself right into his lap. His mood instantly improved. "Damn it. Not you again!" the Zarian snarled, its face darkening. It recognized that hungry, predatory gleam in Wyatt's eyes—a look that reminded it of a pervert ogling a beautiful woman. "Stay back, you disgusting freak!" the lion shouted, its regal pride cracking under the intensity of Wyatt's gaze. Normally, as a king of the jungle, it wouldn't tolerate being treated like this. A swipe of its paw would have been enough to put any challenger in their place. But now, injured from the battle at the treasure cavern and bleeding from a nasty gash courtesy of the lion-tiger beast king, it wasn't in top form. "I've been thinking about you every day," Wyatt called, sprinting toward the cub with a manic gleam in his eyes. Every fiber of his being radiated excitement. "Bleh!" The golden lion gagged, its fur bristling in disgust. It turned and bolted, unable to stomach Wyatt's creepy words. "Thinking about me every day? Is this some kind of twisted love confession?" "Zarian, wait up!" Wyatt shouted, grinning ear to ear. "True 'feelings' can break all barriers, even between species. No one can stop what we have!" His voice dripped with mock sincerity, and the golden lion nearly tripped over its own paws. It shuddered violently, its nausea turning physical. "Shut up, you creep!" the lion roared, increasing its speed to put as much distance as possible between itself and Wyatt. Its pride was in tatters—it had never been so humiliated in its life. "Zarian, don't be shy. I just want to eat—I mean, meet you!" Wyatt laughed, the heat of battle fueling his wild antics. He chased relentlessly, his aura growing more intense. "Die already, you lunatic!" the lion screamed, finally snapping. It spun around and attacked, its massive paw glowing like a miniature sun as it struck toward Wyatt with devastating force. Wyatt countered with a punch, their blows colliding with the force of two erupting volcanoes. Shockwaves rippled outward, tearing through the landscape like tidal waves. "Ah, the thrill of battle! Don't hold back, Zarian!" Wyatt taunted, his words dripping with mockery. He was determined to rile up the cub, knowing that anger would make it reckless. "I'm going to kill you!" the lion roared, its golden fur bristling as light surged from its body. Its anger reached a boiling point as it hurled curses at Wyatt. Wyatt wiped away a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth. The more he fought the cub, the more he appreciated its strength—and its potential as a meal. The lion blended power and flavor perfectly, and every move confirmed its value. "Why do I feel like such a glutton all of a sudden?" Wyatt wondered, bemused. Ever since entering the Land of Blessings, every ancient creature he encountered had triggered a near-irrational urge to eat. "Zarian, calm down. It's not what you think!" Wyatt said, grinning. Of course, in his heart, he thought, I definitely want to eat you. "Liar!" the lion screamed, its glowing body radiating even more power. It lunged at Wyatt with a roar, unleashing a flurry of devastating attacks. The battle between man and beast raged fiercely, sending dust and debris spiraling into the air. The landscape was unrecognizable, with stones flying and winds howling like a chorus of feral beasts. Despite its injuries, the golden lion fought ferociously, its power only slightly below that of the Nine-headed lion-tiger beast king. Wyatt found himself forced to hold back his trump cards, engaging the beast head-on in a brutal slugfest. Their fight carried them over a hundred miles, the two finally clashing atop a rugged mountain peak. "Die, you monster!" the lion roared, its eyes flashing like lightning bolts. Its entire body blazed with radiant golden light, burning as though it could incinerate everything in its path.