There were simply too many Strange Beasts in the void. Song Zhong had no idea how many there were exactly, but there were certainly tens of thousands.
Every single one of them radiated the aura of the Golden Body Realm.
Tens of thousands of Strange Beasts surrounded the cultivators, like a surging black tide, roaring as they pounced.
Some were as massive as towering mountains, their rough skin like ancient rock and covered in mysterious patterns.
Others had enormous heads, their two eyes flashing with blood-red ferocity like burning fireballs.
Over ten thousand Strange Beasts simultaneously unleashed streams of spell-like energy, surging toward the crowd.
For a moment, the entire sky seemed to explode, trembling wildly and even visibly warping.
At the rear, quite a few cultivators unleashed spell after spell, yet before the terrifying number of Strange Beasts, their spells were blasted apart in an instant.
Even their Golden Bodies were shattered at once, their entire bodies turning into pools of blood in the blink of an eye.
"Charge! Hurry and rush to the front!"
"Stay in the back, and we'll only serve as their meat shields!"
The cultivators who had fallen behind charged madly forward.
Meanwhile, the cultivators at the front paid no attention at all to those blocking the very front.
What did it matter to them whether those people lived or died?
All they needed to do was kill their way out.
Spell after spell poured down madly. At a glance, they looked like torrents of spells surging toward the front.
As everyone attacked at once, the spikes unleashed by those Strange Beasts fused from spiders and lizards were instantly melted away and scattered.
Spell after spell fell, drawing shriek after shriek from them.
For a time, all the cultivators charged in one direction. Yet those