Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Chapter 197 Thunderous Lion Mane Startles the Night Moon, Blood Splatters Amidst Dust and Sand, the Battle Unrelenting

Yang Hui kept his body low to the ground and tried to calm his breathing. The surroundings were completely silent, with only a gentle breeze rustling the grass.

The Lion King stared in his direction for a few seconds.

Those two vertical pupils looked like two eerie green lamps in the moonlight, sweeping from left to right and back again.

Yang Hui felt as if he were being shone by two searchlights, and the hairs on the back of his body stood on end.

The lion king turned his head back and continued pacing anxiously back and forth.

Yang waited for three seconds, then continued walking forward.

Forty meters.

Thirty-five meters.

He could now see the texture of the lion's mane; the coarse, stiff hairs resembled rusted steel wires, cascading from its neck down to its shoulders, with strands of silvery-white lightning swirling within.

Its ribs bulged and contracted with each breath, and with each inhale, you could see the muscles churning beneath the skin.

Thirty meters.

Yang Hui gripped the Thunder Scepter tightly in his hand. He stood still, legs apart, and raised the Thunder Scepter to his chest, the tip of the scepter aimed at the Lion King.

The group held their breath in the back. If they could weaken the Lion King with the Razer Scepter first, they would have a high chance of killing it if they attacked together.

The lion king suddenly stopped walking.

Its four legs seemed nailed to the rocks, and its neck slowly turned towards Yang Hui, with each cervical vertebra rotating and making a cracking sound.

Under the moonlight, the pupils contracted into two vertical lines, like two upright blades.

Yang Hui's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong. With a thought, he quickly activated the Thunder Scepter!

An electric arc exploded at the tip of the staff, and a blue-white light tore through the night, flashing the entire valley white for a moment.

A bolt of lightning as thick as a thumb struck the lion king's side.

The lion king arched its body suddenly, its mane bristled, and its four paws slid half a meter across the rock, causing pebbles to roll down from its feet.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt fur. The fur on the lion's side was charred black, and beads of blood seeped from the charred edges.

At that moment, the thunder roared deafeningly!

The lion let out a low growl of pain.

"Success?!" Yan Yiming's heart pounded wildly. He was now less than a hundred meters away from the Lion King, and its oppressive aura was already affecting him.

"The battle has only just begun." Old Gu's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he locked onto the figure in the distance.

Its head turned, its pupils contracted into two vertical lines, and it stared intently at the figure holding the scepter thirty meters away.

Blue-white arcs of electricity began to emerge from the gaps in the bristles, with tiny currents pulsating along the tips of the bristles.

Without hesitation, Yang Hui unleashed the second bolt of lightning.

This time, the Lion King was on guard.

It dodged to the side, and the lightning struck the rock beneath its feet, sending fragments flying.

The lion leaped off the rock, landing on all fours, its entire body like a spring compressed to its limit, then springing back.

It suddenly charged forward, the thirty-meter distance seemed non-existent beneath its feet, and it only took one step to go from a standstill to full speed.

Its front paws scratched at the rocks, sending the pebbles flying like shrapnel, and the force of its hind legs pushing off the ground made the protruding rock tremble.

Its body was pressed into a straight line, its mane lying backward, like a cannonball that had been launched.

Two fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, gleaming like two daggers in the moonlight.

Yang Hui turned around and ran, but it was too late. He simply activated the [High Voltage Insulation Barrier] on his chest and held the Thunder Scepter in his hand horizontally in front of his chest.

A translucent force field expanded from his body, like an inverted bowl, enveloping his entire body.

The surface of the force field shimmered with a pale blue light, refracting rainbow-colored patterns under the moonlight.

The lion king's claws drew several silver streaks in the air, crackling with lightning as they slammed into the force field.

The grass beneath Yang Hui's feet was pressed flat against the ground by the blast wave, and his body slid back two meters, the soles of his shoes carving two furrows in the mud.

The force field trembled violently, like a piece of glass being hit by a fist; cracks spread outward from the point of impact, but it did not shatter.

The lion king took a step back, and the electric arcs on its mane suddenly surged all towards its head, converging into a fist-sized ball of lightning in front of its mouth, emitting a sharp hissing sound.

Yang Hui's eyes narrowed slightly.

The moment the lightning ball took shape, the Lion King slammed its forepaws into the ground, letting out a deep, muffled roar from its chest.

The fist-sized ball of lightning detached itself.

It flew less than three feet in the air before the surrounding air was ionized, creating a distorted trajectory, and the hissing sound suddenly rose to a sharp whistle.

The moment the lightning ball struck the force field, blue-white electricity exploded on the translucent wall, like countless venomous snakes slithering overhead.

The cracks in the force field increased, like a spider web covering the entire surface, as if it would shatter completely with just a light tap.

Yang Hui looked up and saw that the second lightning ball was already accumulating in the lion king's mouth!

Yang Hui rolled to the left, the force field was canceled, and the lightning ball flew over his head and hit the grass behind him, blasting a crater the size of a washbasin, with dirt and grass roots flying everywhere.

Yang Hui sprang up from the ground, his left fist moving with lightning speed, while his right fist struck the Lion King's knee joint solidly, producing a dull thud as if bone was hitting bone.

The lion king bent its front legs, its body sank down, and the third thunderball in its mouth went astray, shooting towards the ground and exploding at its own feet.

boom!!!!

Zheng Chong rushed up from the side at high speed.

With his severed arm hanging in front of his chest, he could only wield a machete with one hand, the blade aimed at the lion king's hind legs.

With a flick of its tail, the lion king's tuft of black fur lashed the blade like an iron whip, creating a tiny nick the size of a grain of rice. Zheng Chong was sent flying.

"Damn it! If I hadn't lost an arm, I would have fought it for three hundred rounds!"

Duan Fan, standing there without complaining of back pain, said, "I feel like this isn't about whether you're at your peak or not, Brother Zheng."

The Lion King didn't look at Zheng Chong, who had been knocked away; its eyes were only on Yang Hui.

The little lion headgear on Yang's head completely captivated the Lion King.

Elder Gu quickly said, "He was discovered beforehand, buying Yang Hui time! Only by fully activating the Thunder Scepter can we effectively weaken the Lion King!"

Old Gu suddenly tore off a page from his notebook, which burst into flames in the air, creating a wall of fire between Lion King and Yang Hui.

The Lion King took a step back, its mane curled by the heat, but it quickly circled around the side of the wall of fire, its body casting a long shadow in the moonlight.

Yang Hui gripped the Thunder Scepter tightly, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

Yan Yiming, holding a megaphone, shouted sternly, "Don't move!"

After saying that, he felt dizzy and a mouthful of blood rose in his throat, and he spat half of it out to the side.

The lion king rushed to within two meters of him, then suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, it slammed its front paws to the ground and roared, breaking free from Yan Yiming's command restraints!

It wanted to rush towards Yang Hui again, but then turned its head to look behind it.

Duan Fan lay on the ground and, without anyone noticing, crept up from behind and grabbed the lion king's tail.

Duan Fan's face was as white as paper, and his hands were trembling, but he held onto that tuft of black hair tightly.

Without saying a word, the lion king turned around and bit him.

The fangs bit into Duan Fan's shoulder, and Duan Fan let out a pig-like scream. He was thrown up and tossed seven or eight meters like a rag doll, where he landed motionless in the grass.

Song Lin rushed over to check on him, trying her best to save his life with medical equipment.

But Duan Fan bought enough time!

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