"After the Black Bear Spirit was wiped out, you and I..." Great King Ten Thousand Lions' eyes showed worry. "Will we end up as Old Bear said?"
"What use is there in thinking about that now?" Great King Golden Eagle sneered. "From the day you and I entered Black Cloud Ridge, today's fate was already decided. We can only take one step at a time! No matter what, we'll live longer than Black Bear!"
"Perhaps... we should also consider finding ourselves a powerful patron!" Great King Ten Thousand Lions seemed to have thought further ahead as he spoke in a low voice.
Great King Golden Eagle gave a faint cold laugh. "We are the notorious demons of Black Cloud Ridge. Those Confucian cultivators... who would think highly of us? They probably fear they cannot avoid us fast enough!"
"Alas, difficult!" Great King Ten Thousand Lions shook his head, and the white lion mane on his body radiated a circle of dazzling light. He glanced at Black Wind Ridge in the distance, seeming to vent his anger upon it. "It's all that damned Black Bear's fault. Order the little ones—after so many days without attacking, it's time to stretch our muscles!"
"Why attack?" Great King Golden Eagle laughed. "Those people only asked us to surround Black Wind Ridge. They never said we had to take it. Why should we work so hard?"
"Forget it. We've surrounded them for many days. Even if Black Bear has some provisions in hand, they should be exhausted by now. Let's wait for them to rush out..." Great King Ten Thousand Lions pondered briefly upon hearing this and nodded faintly. Yet at that moment, Great King Golden Eagle smiled again and asked, "If the Black Bear Spirit and the others rush out, what should we do?