Back Mountain.
After parting ways with them, Qin Hao hurried without stopping toward the valley in the Qin Clan's back mountain.
Along the way, Qin Hao noticed that there had originally been few wild beasts in the Qin Clan's back mountain, let alone demon beasts. Yet now, not only had the number of wild beasts increased, they had also become unusually frenzied and bloodthirsty.
As though they had been drugged.
Qin Hao continued deeper and deeper. The farther in he went, the denser the woods became and the more numerous the wild beasts grew. Groups of demon beasts had even begun to appear.
However, none of them posed a threat to Qin Hao. Relying on lightning, he swept through them all the way, and his bloodline concentration rose bit by bit. Though the increase was slight, he could still vaguely feel it.
As Qin Hao carved his way through, he finally reached the Qin Clan's back mountain and looked at the concave valley ahead.
"We're here!"
Qin Hao stared fixedly ahead, but a pack of demon beasts had blocked the entrance to the valley.
He also saw a Foundation Establishment Stage clan elder and several Qin Clan members resisting the demon beasts' assault. However, there were too many demon beasts. That elder's true qi had nearly run dry, and he would not be able to hold on much longer.
Seeing this, Qin Hao flashed forward, his massive body wreathed from head to toe in black lightning as he charged straight into the beast pack.
Qin Hao's terrifying strength allowed him to pass through as if entering uninhabited territory, facing no obstruction whatsoever. His arms were like Death's scythes, relentlessly harvesting the demon beasts' lives.
As Qin Hao's fists crashed down, demon beasts were continually smashed into pulp. The immense force