As one of the ten great ancient Monster Kings, the Northern Land Dragon King's appearance would absolutely defy everyone's imagination.
By the time the Silver-Winged Wolf King and the others reached the mountain ridge, all they saw was a small vegetable patch and a crude little hut plastered together from mud and thatch.
Before the hut, a skinny, shriveled old man dressed in coarse hemp cloth lay sprawled in a chair, puffing on a dry tobacco pipe and basking in the sun. Let alone any monster aura, he did not possess even a trace of a powerful expert's bearing. He looked even more ordinary than an ordinary man.
Had anyone else come here, they would never have believed that this man before them was one of the ten great Monster Kings who had once roamed the heavens and earth in ancient times.
"Greetings, Old Dragon King!"
The Silver-Winged Wolf King and the others all respectfully saluted the old man. Given the Northern Land Dragon King's current standing within the Monster Race, no one present dared show the slightest disrespect.
The Northern Land Dragon King slowly sat up from his chair, took a puff from his pipe, and only then said, "Oh, it's you lot. Why are you all here together today? Come to visit this old man?"
The Silver-Winged Wolf King stepped forward and said respectfully, "Old Dragon King, I presume you have already sensed the disturbances in the outside world. The Luoshui Turtle King's prediction from back then has come true—the great calamity of the human race is upon us!"
The Northern Land Dragon King nodded and said slowly, "Oh, is that so? Then what are you trying to say?"
The Silver-Winged Wolf King hurriedly replied, "Naturally, we should use the human race's great calamity as the chance for