The enormous gap between Golden Core-level demon beasts and Foundation Establishment cultivators was plain for all to see.
Xiang Hua's heart tightened. Though he had several spirit talismans Lu Xiaotian had given him, what good would it do in this situation even if they killed these two Golden Core-level ice crocodiles? They could run into another crisis in the blink of an eye.
After all, Lu Xiaotian had not given him many spirit talismans, and seventh-tier ones were no longer enough to handle the situation before them.
The two Golden Core-level ice crocodiles rampaged their way toward them, filling the Foundation Establishment cultivators with terror. Though the convoy had no shortage of Golden Core cultivators, some were too far away to help in time, while others still had to look after their own junior relatives.
They had no ties to the dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators traveling with them. Why would anyone go out of their way to help them in such a perilous situation?
In the endless night, the snow blanketing the ground reflected the light of all kinds of spells, making visibility remarkably good. In the distance, the scene was filled with fighting crowds and an even greater tide of demon beasts.
"Xiao Qiao, something's wrong. Stay with me and don't wander off." Gritting his teeth as the two Golden Core-level demon crocodiles closed in, Xiang Hua was about to unleash the eighth- and ninth-tier spirit talismans Lu Xiaotian had given him to kill them.
"Senior Brother, save your spirit talismans," Yu Xiaoqiao said with a pout.
"But—" Xiang Hua started to say more, then abruptly gaped, his eyes wide with astonishment. For a moment, he even forgot to close his mouth. A bull-headed giant puppet appeared amid the spell light, a heavy hammer in its hands.