The four of them swiftly entered the Golden-Horned Demon Antelope's cave one after another. Tao Xiaofeng, Mo Wentian, and Old Monster Meng seemed to have prepared for this day for a long time. The moment they entered, they took a large number of finely barbed black spheres from their storage bags. In the blink of an eye, these black spheres, each over two feet tall and covered in spikes, carpeted dozens of zhang around the cave entrance.
"Black-Thorn Caltrops!" Lu Xiaotian's heart stirred. These three had not only figured out the Golden-Horned Demon Antelopes' route, but their preparations were also this thorough. All they lacked had been manpower. It seemed that even if Mo Wentian had not run into him, he would have recruited another Golden Core cultivator. Lu Xiaotian had simply arrived at the right time.
Spread across the ground, these caltrops had incomparably sharp spikes. Though they would not do much harm to the seventh-rank Antelope Kings, the fifth- and sixth-rank demon antelopes would not find it so easy to charge across them and would surely suffer considerable injuries. Outside the cave, the fifth- and sixth-rank Golden-Horned Demon Antelopes could have calmly leaped beyond the range of these black-thorn caltrops with their jumping ability. But although the cave was fairly spacious, the entrance was only so large. While leaping, the Golden-Horned Demon Antelopes could not change direction or borrow force, and would naturally have to land on these iron-thorn caltrops. Even seventh-rank demon antelopes would be affected if they tried to charge through directly.
"Hehe, we've prepared for a long time for these two seventh-rank Antelope Kings. This time, we absolutely can't let these beasts escape. I'll lead the way. Follow me, fellow Daoists." Mo Wentian opened his mouth wide, and a small azure porcelain bottle appeared. Threads