Black Roc stood like Black Gold cast, perched upon a mountain, overlooking the plains beneath the night sky, healing and emitting astonishing energy fluctuations.
"Third, you're really ruthless, directly summoning demons into this domain?!" Black Roc was discontent, but fortunately, it recovered quickly, enough to protect itself, otherwise, it might face a challenge from a powerful outsider.
Old Donkey hastened to explain: "Big brother, I was scared. He's assimilating the silver blood of the fourth; he will surely advance further."
The Fire Qilin, more majestic than an elephant, with its red scale armor shining, was also healing, its body covered in flames, emitting low roars from time to time.
Another Outer Saint with a pierced frontal bone would have been long dead. Even though it's very painful and went crazy at times, it's gradually getting better - the bloody hole in the skull is slowly healing.
