Hardly needing to think about it, and compelled by the situation, the Snow Wolf King had no choice but to agree, "This King chooses to submit!"
His hoarse voice, very weak, dispersed into the canyons, drilling into the ears of all the beasts, causing nearly all the magical beasts to have trembling legs and quivering bodies. None of the magical beasts thought the Snow Wolf King was a coward; after all, the huge pit was still before their eyes, and the nine-colored Nirvana Fire on the body of the Snow Wolf King evoked a kind of fear that was ingrained in their bones, a fear passed down through their souls.
