A pair of enormous eyes, like the eyes of a god, brimmed with majesty. Combined with his massive body, he exuded a sacred aura.
To the south stood a golden eagle over a hundred meters tall. Its feathers were like blades of sharp swords, dazzling beneath the sunlight, and when it spread its wings, they seemed capable of covering the entire sky.
The golden eagle raised its incomparably proud head, its eyes gazing down at Elder Mo, filled with overwhelming majesty.
To the east was a fierce tiger, several dozen meters tall and a hundred meters long. A huge character for "king" was etched upon its forehead, wings grew from its body, and its four claws radiated an aura that made one shudder in terror.
It merely stood there quietly, yet it gave everyone the suffocating feeling that they could hardly breathe.
In an instant, four peak Spirit Transformation Demon Beasts had tightly encircled everyone at the very center.
Seeing such a lineup, Elder Mo despaired. The Nine Nether Heaven-Devouring Python alone had already left him in a miserable state, let alone three more that were even stronger than it.
Not one of these three Demon Beasts was simple. Of them, the golden eagle was the most formidable. A peak Spirit Transformation Demon Beast—even if a peak Spirit Transformation True Person came now, they might not necessarily be able to take them away.
"So, old man, what do you think? They were actually here long ago. I simply wanted to see you like this—yes, that look of despair."
"You came to the Great Wasteland to make trouble for me. Did you really think I was made of mud?"
The Nine Nether Heaven-Devouring Python in the distance looked at Elder Mo's despairing face and said with a mocking grin.
It wanted