Lin Wan'er's Green Vine Whip transformed into countless green shadows, striking away the demonic beasts that lunged at them.
Su Xiaowan continuously unleashed various talismans.
Fireball Talisman, Ice Spike Talisman, Thunderstorm Talisman…
Multicolored lights flickered in the mist, repelling the demonic beasts trying to get close one by one.
However, these mutated demonic beasts seemed endless.
After slaying one group, another would surge forward.
There was only bloodthirsty madness in their eyes, completely devoid of fear.
After an hour of fierce combat, the three had killed hundreds of mutated demonic beasts.
Yet the number of demonic beasts around them showed no signs of decreasing.
Instead, they seemed to be gathering in greater numbers.
Luo Qingchen's forehead beaded with sweat.
The prolonged battle had expended much of his spiritual power.
More disconcerting was that he noticed these demonic beasts seemed to be consciously herding them in a certain direction.
