"We've entered the bear den."
Elaenor Wood slowly raised his hand, releasing a cold chill from his body.
"Harry River, have you not noticed this all these years?" He squatted down and gently traced his finger on the ground.
The area before him began to frost over.
"I come here every few days. Trust me, this is definitely an accident." Harry River glanced at the compass spinning crazily in his palm, sweat streaming down his forehead.
The cave was cold and piercing!
But he was sweating profusely!
"It's indeed very strange." Julius Reed pondered the words written in the "Opening Sky Book," starting to analyze the reason for the appearance of these gold bears.
Social creatures, skin hard like steel.
Once fought for Pruitt Wilde.
According to this, these gold bears should have existed for over five thousand years.
Yet in these five thousand years, there has been no record of them.
Julius Reed was a leisurely person, with plenty of time.
