Several dozen sleeping Demon Tigers, tens of times larger than the beast King lay sleeping. Their blue flames were nowhere to be seen or else it wouldn't be so dark, but their tough almost scale-like fur was undeniable. They looked like slumbering dragons despite the eerie quiet of their breathing.
However, Dyon didn't panic. He immediately understood that these slumbering tigers were among the beasts so powerful that the creator of the Mystical World didn't have the means to seal their strength. To counter this, the creator put them to sleep instead. As long as the so-called Lord Creator did his job well, they wouldn't wake up until phase three. By then, all hell would break loose – it was either you entered the third phase sky castle, or you died. It was as simple as that.
Dyon sighed. Their bodies were basically treasure troves.
