The Sun had set, it was nighttime.
Before the cave entrance, the crane was shivering on the ground and did not dare to move from the kneeling position.
The gorilla and snow tiger were the same. Fear flashed across their eyes as they kneeled on the ground to greet the victor.
Even though that threatening atmosphere had long dispersed, the three kings were still trembling from head to toe and did not dare to straighten their bodies.
It was obvious just how scared they were.
Just as the three kings were mentally fighting themselves, a noise rose inside the cave, startling them. They looked up in unison.
They were greeted with a silhouette who was slowly marching out.
This person was wearing a robe as white as snow. His hair was jet black and not any waves of energy was seeping out of him. He appeared just like an ordinary mortal. Yet his temperament was naturally magnetic and profound, as if fused with heaven and the earth, he was hard to read.