On the front-line battlefield, Lin Changqing saw a group of disciples from the Human Ancestral Court being surrounded once again by Savage Ancient Beasts.
In particular, two of them appeared to be Core Disciples, causing Lin Changqing to halt.
"Human prodigies shouldn't die at the hands of a pack of beasts. Looks like I'll have to lend a hand after all."
Lin Changqing thought to himself.
Of course, the main reason was that lending a hand this time was merely a matter of convenience. With his current strength, crushing this army of Savage Ancient Beasts and saving those people was no difficult feat.
If it required him to risk his life, Lin Changqing naturally would not do it.
It was not that he feared death; he simply felt it was not worth it.
Risking his life for a group of strangers—unless his brain had water in it, there was no way he would do something like that.
"No rush. I'd better watch for now!"
Lin Changqing's figure flickered. He pierced through the void and strangely appeared above the front-line battlefield, standing high in the nine heavens as he turned his attention to the two Core Disciples of the Ancestral Court he had spotted.
It had to be said that these two Core Disciples were indeed very powerful—at the very least, stronger than everyone in Thousand Mountain Academy. With the strength of Half-step Ancestor Saints, they had formed a Yin Yang Killing Formation and, with the power of just the two of them, forcibly withstood the charge of the Savage Ancient Beast army.
One had to know that there were seven Half-step Ancestor Saints among this army alone. Whether in numbers or strength, they surpassed that young man and woman.
If things continued as they were, the two of them would