Time flowed on. In the blink of an eye, decades and then centuries passed. By then, the temporary stronghold Su Ying and the others had set up boasted formidable defenses and offensive capabilities, and Ling Tian and his companions were ready to contend with the Beast Taming Cultivators again. It wasn't just because they were prepared; more importantly, the Beast Taming Cultivators had finally grown impatient.
That's right. After pursuing them for so long, the Beast Taming Cultivators had finally begun to lose patience. Some had even turned back. If Ling Tian's group hadn't deliberately provoked them once more, they might already have withdrawn. But more importantly, another wave of Beast Taming Cultivators had circled around from other directions. The Beast Taming Cultivators believed that with their forces closing in from all sides, they could still capture or kill Ling Tian and his companions.
If the Beast Taming Cultivators withdrew now, everything Ling Tian's group had planned would come to naught, so they had to move on to the next stage as soon as possible.
In truth, the Beast Taming Cultivators had pursued them for so long not because of Ling Tian, but because of Little Wretch. This was especially true after Little Wretch had displayed his formidable abilities. Though he hadn't attacked, his flying speed alone was enough to make the Beast Taming Cultivators covet him. In their eyes, Little Wretch was at least a fifth-order Quasi-Saint, and among the best of his realm. The thought filled them with excitement.
Indeed, after sensing Little Wretch's strength, the Beast Taming Cultivators had all been tempted. They believed that capturing a being like him would make their strength soar, and they would have no trouble becoming some of the most powerful beings around. Then they could act without restraint.
Of course,