Damon bitterly smiled. It was true that he wished for more of these lions so he could get at their unique skills, but he was fine if his wish was not particularly fulfilled.
For the next couple of minutes, Damon poured everything into the fight. He pushed his body and his mana to the limit and fired off every powerful skill he had.
Divine Bladestorm tore the air into silver rain. Radiant Wellspring kept him breathing while Bastion of the Condemned took the worst of the hits. He spat poison needles, lashed out with Blood Whip, and slammed down a Divine Punishment like a hammer. Blood Bind iced the faster ones in place so the divine blades could finish the job.
Damon utterly squeezed everything he had and blasted all of his powerful attacks multiple times to finally slaughter all ten demonheart ferocious lions. In the end, even that was not enough, and he was forced to use his trump card, [Fire Breath].
