Lion roars could dispel evils.
Priest Hua was powerful, and as he suddenly roared out, his roar covered Great Freedom’s voice.
The dark sky, the water, the gale and the storm, and streams of water pouring down from the sky, everything disappeared. Dark clouds in the sky were gone, and so was the water; mountains were exposed again in the air, after soaking in the water for months.
The warm sunlight descended from the air and illuminated the wet mountains, pouring on the bodies of Priest Hua and Ji Hao, who were sitting in midair with their legs crossed. A life-like lion head floated in the sky, entirely golden, and roaring thunderously and unstoppably in fury. Ji Hao looked at the tens of thousands of miles wide lion head behind Priest Hua, stunned. In his eyes, and wherever his spirit power could reach, nothing was left but this enormous, majestic lion.