In one day, Paul and the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger also had a brush with death, leaving them both physically and mentally exhausted.
When Chen Zhou returned to the pit, Paul was already yawning by the campfire. Were it not for the pain in his leg, he might have already fallen asleep in this warm shallow pit.
As for the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger, it seemed to have forgotten the fierce battle of the day.
Tiger First and Tiger Second had some injuries, but they could still eat, although moving was a bit inconvenient.
The two little ones, quite carefree, had long since fallen into deep sleep by the campfire.
Tiger Third was paralyzed from the waist down but appeared slightly better after managing to eat something. When Chen Zhou squatted by the black robe to check on it, it was already asleep.
