"I've been cultivating for many years, and only just bred some Insect Beasts and Beasts on par with those of the Holy Land. Unexpectedly, a strange young man is forcing me to use them." The King of Canaan looked at these insects and beasts; they were chittering and roaring softly. They were very close to each other, as if they regarded the King of Canaan as their parent. The methods he used to raise insects and beasts were unique to him, but in truth, the price and effort required were incredibly great. Naturally, the bond was deep. Over the years, the King of Canaan had treated these eight beasts as his own children.
"My eight children are fighting that fencing young man. My soul is also attached to these children. Their experiences are like my own." The King of Canaan said, "Of course I can see what that kid intends."
"Have all eight beasts been sent out?" The old man in the grey robe was a little troubled. "Just send two or three."
