The mountain wind moaned, a deadly aura pervading the battlefield.
Just as Mr. Mao finished speaking, ten Pulse Condensation Realm demonic beasts already formed a siege, trapping Qin An and Mr. Sun at the center.
More than dozens of Gui Cang Realm beasts surrounded them, and the overwhelming demonic energy rolled like waves against the shore, sweeping across the entire mountain path.
Qi Chenfeng propped his sword into the ground, staggered but rose to his feet.
Du Yixing and Bai Ruqi supported each other.
All three looked pale.
The ambush just now came unexpectedly; at this moment, their meridians were damaged, and their combat power was nearly depleted.
Mr. Mao's vertical pupils gleamed with a ghostly light, his cold gaze locked onto Qin An, who stood holding his saber, saying, "Mr. Mao, this battle's first credit should be yours."
They didn't assault Qin An directly but divided their forces into three, first disabling the three mountain patrol Gold Guards.
