A group of beings were all staring at Shi Hao; even the Fearless Lion was doing the same. It felt something was amiss, as so much time had passed and the desolate hadn't disappeared!
"Don't tell me this human race can endure!" an elder said in a deep voice.
At the foot of the mountain, more creatures climbed the mountain, about seventy or eighty people gathered by the lakeside, each with a different expression. No matter how hostile they were towards the young man in the lake, they had to admit he was a terrifying opponent, endowed with extraordinary talents.
"Impossible, there is only one Immortal Monk King, the only one, no one can tread his path!" The Golden Lion said with a shocked expression.
Everyone was staring at the young man in the lake, whose mouth was bleeding, his whole body cracked, yet he hadn't died and was still persisting.
