Zeus's small body first touched a large patch of soft, hot fur, but then he began to fall continuously, as if an endless abyss had opened under his feet.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes.

The little mouse, trapped in a state of lost fear, was about to cry. "Help—oh!oh! What the hell is this?!" he slid over the fur for a few moments, feeling like he had fallen into a pile of velvet.

But beneath the fur, there were bulging muscles that appeared and disappeared, and Zeus bumped up and down on them, making him even more confused about what was wrong with him.

He shouted and screamed as hard as he could, his four little paws fluttering in the air, trying to grab something. Finally, he caught a lock of messy hair. "God forbid, thank God!" Zeus opened his eyes in a daze, and suddenly what appeared in his sight was a glittering gold, which looked so vicious, "Ah, what the hell!" he cried out at the top of his voice.

"Howl-" An earth-shattering roar suddenly erupted from the golden light, and Zeus was slammed into a violent air current and flew out. His back slammed into the inner wall of the golden carriage, and he shuddered in pain: "Ah, I'm going to die!"

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"Rotten Nose" frantically pounced on the nearest silver carriage, and the hundreds of crows that followed him were like a large black cloud. They croaked wildly, cursed and cursed rudely. The hundreds of wings waving over the arena stirred up a stench that only smelled of rotting corpses, and some overexcited crows kept pulling their droppings, and the white marble powder that spread on the field was stained in an instant. There were also a lot of green stinking that fell on the horses pulling the carriages, causing them to gnash their teeth and neigh.

"W-what's going on?" Dura was dumbfounded as she flew in front of the lion's head vent, she had never seen such a chaotic and terrifying scene.

"Rotten Nose" took the top bolt of the carriage in his mouth, and then flickered his wings desperately and pulled back hard.

Two or three crows flew over and pushed him from the opposite side with their paws. More crows landed on the two bolts below, some with their beaks and some with their claws, all pulling the nimble metal object out with all their might.

The beast in the carriage seemed to sense something—it must have been a stout cheetah—and heard him scream wildly, and slammed his body against the inner wall of the bolt.

Soon, all three bolts were loosened, and "Rotten Nose" and his accomplices pulled them all out in a blink of an eye.

"Howl-" the cheetah roared, slamming open the carriage with a "clang", followed by a leap of the inside. The two war horses standing in front of the carriage didn't have time to spread their hooves and run away, so they were bitten through the throat by the cheetah that pounced on them, and fell to the ground. Pillars of blood splattered out of the wounds, and the cheetah, covered in golden spots, had turned into a blood-red Grim Reaper in the blink of an eye!

At this time, seven or eight other carriages were also knocked open by fierce beasts, male lions, evil wolves, tigers, black bears...... One after another, the ferocious beasts rushed out, and the dozens of horses in the gladiatorial arena were mrushed to death by them in the first three to five minutes, and then their corpses were dismembered.

The crows screamed even more frantically, and they swooped down desperately, pecking at pieces of minced meat and colorful entrails, and then flew back to the platform at the top of the gladiatorial arena guarded by Manado as fast as they could.

A few hapless little crows were bitten by the beasts that jumped into the air, and before they could figure out what was going on, they got into their stomachs.

The "kings of beasts" who had been bumpy all day on the road were starving – not long ago, they were the masters of the primeval forests and vast wildernesses of several continents in Europe, Asia and Africa – and they tore them to shreds when they saw something they could bite into their mouths. New beasts followed, and soon they were left with no one to devour and choke.

The flesh of the horses was ripped off, and the entrails were not spared, and the remaining piles of messy skeletons attracted more crows, and eight or nine jackals pounced on them after rushing out of the metal carriages. They all stinked and looked obscene and vile.

The "kings of beasts" did not bother to compete with these inferior beasts, and when they turned their heads and saw the door of the gladiatorial arena open, they hissed and roared out.