Making the most instinctive defensive posture, the Abyssal Magic Staff appeared in his hand.
However, according to Grimm's perception, this life form was not very powerful. Judging from the traces of life fluctuations, it was in a very weak state, about a level-5 creature.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble …
"Roar!"
It seemed to be very familiar with this metal forest. When its body quickly moved closer to Grimm, it did not trigger any invisible time fault. In the midst of the savage roar, in the world of black and white dots and lines seen by Grimm's Mask of Truth, a bony wild golden lion leaped out of the metal forest and pounced over.
The ten-meter-tall body seemed particularly abruptly swollen at the joints. Its skin was close to the bones, and it was emaciated due to hunger. Its sunken eye sockets indicated that its consciousness had fallen into a state of semi-insanity, and its pupils were bloodshot. At this time, when it saw Grimm, it was as if it had gone crazy. It opened its huge mouth, and every tooth was as sharp as a dagger.
"Hmph, it dares to take the initiative to attack in such a weak state. It seems that it has really gone crazy from hunger. It doesn't even care about its life."
Compared to Elemental Wizards like Grimm, passively evolved creatures consumed a lot of food. There was no doubt that it needed a fixed amount of food to replenish itself.
After confirming his opponent's condition, Grimm felt relieved. With a sneer, the tip of the Abyssal Magic Staff in his hand silently ignited a black flame amidst the overflowing cold air. In an instant, an unsettling vibration brought light and darkness from all directions to converge. Under the law of the Elemental Clothing, the electric arcs of destruction flashed and disappeared in a flash.
Even if this ten-meter-tall golden lion was once a very powerful level-6 creature, it was very likely that it was even weaker than a level-5 creature in its weakened state. It had even lost the power to activate its true form.
"Roar! Hungry, I'll eat you, eat you! "
In the air, the golden lion's right front paw ignited a pale golden radiance. It was incomparably pure, and there was a kind of will aura of a king. It was definitely not a power that ordinary low-level creatures could possess.
"Hmm?!"
Grimm was slightly surprised. This guy had some background.
Sure enough, under the pure, pale golden radiance, the Annihilation electric arcs could not pose any threat to it, and the Annihilation power canceled each other out.
However, it was obvious that this golden lion was very weak. The annihilation arcs had only been reduced by half, and the pale golden radiance was already in a state of exhaustion. It suddenly turned over and dodged the remaining annihilation arcs, continuing to pounce on Grimm.
Bang!
With the Mask of Truth's powerful insight and calculation ability, Grimm leaped backward and easily avoided the ferocious pounce of the Golden Lion. Under the desperate and violent attack of the claws, the ground was bombarded and shook. The sky was filled with bone fragments, and a huge pit was formed.
"Hmph, you still have quite a bit of brute force left."
Just over 20 meters away, the splashing bone fragments caused ripples on the surface of Grimm's defensive shield. As the lines on the Mask of Truth changed, a mysterious and strange aura suddenly pervaded between Grimm and Jin Shi. It was Mishsha's Gaze!
"Roar …"
The Golden Lion's mighty mane suddenly flicked, and Grimm's petrification attack seemed to have no effect at all. At this moment, Grimm was really taken aback. Just what was this guy's background before?!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three consecutive claw strikes, each causing the earth to tremble and bone fragments to splatter everywhere. Grimm dodged with ease. When the Golden Lion's third attack was exhausted, he suddenly launched a repulsive attack. The Golden Lion lost its balance and was locked by Grimm's tri-colored eyes as the second annihilation arc blasted out.
This time, even though the Golden Lion consciously made an evasive action, it was still hit by the Annihilation power.
With a howl, the Golden Lion's eyes instantly sobered up and he fled into the distance with a swish.
Directly hit by the annihilation arc, a small part of its body was completely annihilated, yet this guy still had the strength to escape. His vitality was surprisingly strong.
The relatively complex battle process in the True Time was just a few simple flashes in the False Time. The outcome of the battle between the two sides was already decided. Just as Grimm was about to chase after the Golden Lion, some unusual movements in the distance caused Grimm's expression to change.
Woo …
"Damn it! It's actually at this time!"
The Temporal Storm struck again. In the Streamer Retrograde Spectral World, this was almost the most dangerous natural disaster. Any creature under the Dominator Realm would have no hope of survival if they were involved in it. In the past few months, Grimm had fully adapted to the Temporal Storm that could arrive here at any time.
The tri-colored eyes under the Mask of Truth stared at the fleeing Golden Lion. In the end, he gave up the idea of chasing after it. After collecting some of the Golden Lion's blood, Grimm launched the Annihilation Force again and again, digging a smooth mirror-like pit on the ground and hiding next to the metal forest.
Soon, the Temporal Storm raged over the Skeleton Ruins. The unstable, fragmented, and distant space-time cracks intertwined with each other, like the most terrifying blade, slashing across.
Inside the cave, Grimm stretched out his left hand. Above his palm, a small mass of pale golden liquid floated. It was the blood left by the Golden Lion.
Casting Curse Witchcraft?
There was no value in killing the Golden Lion other than obtaining a skeleton that was about to starve to death. It was of no help to Grimm's understanding of this Spectral World.
The Deep Spectral World was the digestive system of the Endless World. It was the carrier of the Space-Time Seal that Wizards pursued. If the wealth obtained here could not be brought back to the real world, it would be meaningless because the holder would be completely digested by the Endless World along with the wealth held.
Moreover, Grimm's research on Curse Witchcraft was really limited. It was impossible to cast a fatal curse on such a high-level creature.
Then …
Grimm made a decision.
With some more energy crystals in his hand, Grimm took the materials and built a simple altar with the surrounding skeletons. After embedding the energy crystals, he used magic ink to draw layers of magic runes.
In a moment, the simplest altar was completed in the hands of Grimm, the Level-5 Stigmata Sorcerer. He silently chanted the Witchcraft Incantation. The Life Information Blood in his hand was driven by a strange magic power, and a weak will was made contact.
"Hehehehe, mighty Lion King, how about we make a deal?"
Grimm tried to communicate with the Golden Lion's will. This Golden Lion had been exiled in the Streamer Retrograde World for many years. It was impossible to be killed by the Temporal Storm above.
Although a small part of its body was destroyed by Grimm's Destructive Force, creatures of this level were terrifyingly tenacious. As long as there was enough time to recuperate and recover, it was not a problem at all.
There was no response, but Grimm still did not give up. He continued, "I have endless food here. As long as you can listen to my will, sign a contract, and become an ally in this Spectral World, you can get it!"
This time, Grimm finally got a response from the weak will.
"My name is Simba. Tell me your name."
Grimm breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the Mask of Truth.
"You can call me the Destructive Sorcerer."
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