The instant Zhao Tong charged toward the black iron lions, the pride, which had seemed lifeless, suddenly sprang into action. Their pitch-black eyes gleamed, yet the aura they gave off seemed even more mysterious.
The nearest black iron lions spat out clouds of black smoke that shot toward Zhao Tong.
At the same time, the pride surrounding the herb garden began to surge, and a few gaps appeared in the garden's previously impenetrable enclosure.
The sculptural black iron lions had begun to move. Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed. They had scarcely dared to move before, genuinely frightened by the passage they had crossed. Each group had lost nearly half its people, and few of the survivors had escaped uninjured.
Even though Lu Xiaotian had brought his entire squad out, he knew he had been fortunate. Without the help of Purpleleaf Zhenwu, he would have had no confidence that his group could have fared any better than the others. Perhaps the Eight-Legged Demon Ox Beast, or the others, would have lost a few people.
Now that the lions were moving, there didn't seem to be any especially powerful restrictions. Even if there were, a few people might fall, but compared to the passage they had just crossed, this was not necessarily more dangerous.
Even the Eight-Legged Demon Ox Beast had lost its composure and charged straight into the pride. Lian Yue and Qiao Lan exchanged a glance. Though they were on the same squad as Lu Xiaotian, spirit items were limited. Even Lu Xiaotian couldn't share any he found with them. The squad, which had been united just moments ago, now made its own choices, driven by each member's self-interest.
"Be careful of those black iron lions. This herb garden isn't as simple as it looks."
Qiao Lan, Lian Yue, and