Tap tap tap!
Hooves shook the earth, sending dust flying.
The cavalry charging toward the meteor crater quickly spotted Shen Mo and Chen Mengze. They immediately split off a hundred-man detachment and surrounded the two of them.
These elite riders wore dragon-scale iron armor, wrapped tightly from head to toe save for their eyes. Each suit likely weighed no less than a hundred jin. Their mounts were equally extraordinary: roughly the size of oxen or horses, yet with savage Flood Dragon heads, thick and powerful limbs, heavy felt-like hooves, and bodies likewise covered in dense scales. They looked remarkably like the flood-dragon horse beasts of the Profound Yellow Immortal Realm!
Unaware of their intentions, Shen Mo did not rush to act.
Though his physical body was incomparably powerful and he possessed special Destinies to draw upon, leaving him unafraid of battle, he had difficulties of his own.
Having cultivated to his current realm, merely maintaining his cultivation without letting it decline already consumed an astonishing amount every day.
In this world, where the immortal path was dim, there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish him. He could not open his storage space to retrieve pills or heavenly treasures for consumption, and he could not even use the [Spirit Devouring] divine ability. Losses to his essence, qi, and spirit were difficult to recover!
Should he fight again, the expenditure would only grow greater. His enemies might not be able to kill him, but he could instead be "starved" to death alive.
Chen Mengze faced the same problem, though her realm was slightly lower, so it was not as severe for her as it was for Shen Mo.
Therefore, Shen Mo had already made up his mind: in this world, he would avoid fighting whenever possible, lest he