Ling Tian wasn't worried about those specially made mecha puppets. He had also figured out their weakness, so they posed little threat to him. Yet, behind this matter, he sensed a vague danger that lingered in the back of his mind and refused to go away, leaving him looking much more grave.
Hua Min'er and the others thought Ling Tian was worried about the Beast Soul Realm cultivators and the Outer Realm Cultivators, so they didn't give it much thought. In their minds, the best way to deal with those people was to set up more temporary bases. That way, even if they were ambushed, they could retreat safely to another one. And the more temporary bases they had, the more cultivators they could kill, making it easier to deal with them.
By now, no cultivators could enter the Beast Soul Realm. That meant every one they killed was one less, and the pressure on Ling Tian and the others eased a little.
"Ling Tian, what are you worried about?" Po Xiong's voice rang in Ling Tian's mind. "I don't believe you're worried about those Outer Realm Cultivators or the God Realm cultivators from the Beast Soul Realm."
Without waiting for Ling Tian to reply, he continued, "Earlier, you said you couldn't retreat. What did you mean by that?"
"Those Outer Realm Cultivators and God Realm cultivators are still a serious threat to us, especially if we can't retreat. If countless cultivators come to surround us, we'll have no choice but to die fighting," Ling Tian said again, still not explaining why they couldn't retreat.
"Why can't you retreat? Or, under what circumstances would you be unable to?" Po Xiong had noticed the issue. "As I said, going into seclusion to reverse your golden cores wouldn't stop you from retreating.