Another day passed.
The wound on the lion king's leg was finally almost healed.
When they continued forward, the pen bird that had left actually flew back and landed in the lion king's thick mane as if nothing had happened.
The mixed fur lion king hesitated for a moment and ignored the little bird.
Although the true leader of this team was not him, under Chu Xiaoye's signal, he was still the temporary leader.
Chu Xiaoye did not want to expose too much of his strength on the snow mountain.
Under the lead of the mixed fur lion king, they passed through the forest and walked to the chaotic stone cliff at the northernmost side of the island.
Along the way, they did not encounter any sea pythons or strange fish again.
They originally thought that the enemy had been killed, but when they came to the edge of this island full of rocks, they realized that almost all the teams were gathered here.