After another ten or so days had passed, the destructive aura of the storm in this heaven and earth began to weaken, and even High King Beasts could no longer cope with it.
Some King Beasts, lucky enough to have survived by hiding within the protective range of Ultimate Beings, also began to stir quietly.
The first batch of King Beasts to emerge were mostly solitary creatures.
These King Beasts, without a clan to provide for them, had no fixed hunting territories before the Apocalyptic Catastrophe and could only survive by plundering.
Without a single reserve of food, they had been so hungry for over a month that they were nearly driven mad.
Now, stepping out of their dens, their eyes brimming with an extreme desire for food.
Yet, the world was still devoid of light, warmth, and was as silent as death.
Moreover, the vast black Fluorescence in the sky remained riddled with holes that had yet to be patched up.