Two days later, all the powerhouses of Senel Clan were gathering on the bank of an underground lava river silently. The atmosphere was extremely depressive.
A tall and strong man in faintly grey hair and a suit of dusky golden armor was standing there and watching the head, which had run out of its fresh blood silently.
As this man didn't speak, all the others felt a great fear.
The man also had a very cruel and grim hooknose, which was as same as that of the head on the ground. However, the only difference was that one head was alive while the other was already dead. The dead head maintained an amazing look as it was faintly opening its mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?" the man turned around and watched the other members of Senel Clan with a calm look, "Why Cambo's head is here, but yours are still on your neck?"
