"Look! That's a purple-gold divine Tiger! Why does he only have three legs?!"
"That's the strongest genius of the nine-headed Eagle Clan, hiss! How tragic! There are only two heads left!"
Looking at this group of ancient beasts that surged out, the elders of the various sects were left speechless.
There was also a commotion in the camp of the primeval tribe.
From time to time, there would be human disciples mixed in and charging out of this group of giant beasts.
"My good disciple is not here!"
"Why hasn't my good disciple come out yet?"
A group of Masters stood guard near the exit and looked into the passage, waiting anxiously.
More than half of the people had come out, but there was still no sign of his good disciple. Could it be that it was really as those people had said, that he had been robbed and knocked unconscious? Or perhaps, it was even more serious?
They were getting more and more uneasy.
