Pressed for time, Tiger King and Wolf King had no chance to clean up the battlefield.
Fortunately, Lion King's exploration team had taken another route and could not possibly discover the traces they had left here.
It would not be too late to deal with the aftermath after they killed Lion King and restarted the Holy Mountain Temple.
Soon, after piling up a grave for the fallen and taking a brief rest, the hunters recovered from the exhaustion of their long pursuit and brief slaughter, then vanished into the depths of the forest.
The mist within and beyond the valley gathered and dispersed.
Each time it gathered and dispersed, the surrounding environment underwent earth-shaking changes.
Sometimes, the valley and the forest seemed very close. With a light leap, one could jump from the mountaintop into the heart of the woods.
At other times, the valley and forest were separated by a hundred thousand miles, with pitch-black, roiling, roaring Black Cloud between them.
No one knew how many times space had changed. When the mist dispersed once more, two dust-covered trackers abruptly appeared in the middle of the swamp.
No, more precisely, there were three.
For one of the trackers had a "Big-Headed Monster Infant" tied firmly to his back with ropes woven from Totem Beast sinews, its skin scorching hot as it drifted between sleep and wakefulness.
"They actually caught up!"
Taking in the marks on the rock walls, clearly carved by some kind of energy weapon; the shattered remains of Evil Energy Puppets scattered nearby; the dried, crumbled bloodstains stretching from the swamp into the forest; and the crude grave that had only recently been piled up in the woods, Meng Chao's mind filled with scenes of fierce battle and comrades being buried.
Judging from the Spiritual Energy ripples