Among them, a lion covered in black spots was scrutinizing Li Chang'an. It roared impatiently, "I thought you died in there! You haven't come out in all these years!"
The lion was covered from head to tail in black spots.
Even its once-golden fur had become mottled and unsightly.
Nevertheless, Li Chang'an instantly recognized it from the sound of its voice and its tone.
It was the Golden Lion from the Sunlight Tribe, the same one that had hunted him down before. Four hundred years had passed. The creature's power had clearly improved significantly, but its once-handsome appearance had devolved into this wretched state. He had no idea what it had been through.
Of course, Li Chang'an couldn't care less.
'So the Celestial Realm really did set up an ambush at the exit,' he thought. 'In the Mortal Realm, every single one of these guys would be considered a powerful lord.'
'And with that skulking Divine Spirit in the sky... to deal with me, they've really laid an inescapable trap.'
