Unfortunately, the voices of the two demigod-level experts were not heard by anyone, as no one responded. They felt sorry, but at the same time, they understood that the expert who saved them must be some hermit who did not want to be disturbed.
They respectfully bowed again to nothingness, showing their gratitude, and left. What they didn't know was that a few kilometers away there was a wrinkled old man, but of great height and build, seeing everything.
If the demigods who had just left saw this old man's arm they would understand that he was the one who saved them. The old man had a pair of rather strange horns on his head and his skin, like the arm they had seen before, was covered in bright red scales.
After watching for a few seconds, the old man sighed and his skin returned to normal. The red scales disappeared and his claws turned into normal arms and hands.
