In an instant, the team accelerated its retreat once more. This time, Qian Ying did not even need to shout orders. All the Martial Artists consciously coordinated with one another, rapidly taking turns to fall back.
Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing worked together, blocking each Strange Beast that pounced at them and hurling it back into the rear ranks of the beasts. The Strange Beasts had high defenses; even for two Xiantian Masters like Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing, killing hundreds or thousands of them would consume a great deal of strength. It was far better to use the power of their domains to throw them back.
That way, they could conserve considerable strength and greatly reduce their consumption of Pills.
Otherwise, if they encountered a situation later where they needed Pills to replenish themselves, what would they do if they did not have enough?
Of course, the Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artists retreating were not doing nothing. They still had to fight the Strange Beasts. Their main task was to wait for Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing to fall back after retreating some distance, then cover the two of them.
After all, it never hurt to be cautious. This was the Strange Beasts' battlefield, so caution had to come first in all things. Although the two were Xiantian Masters, who could guarantee they would not encounter a Strange Beast stronger than them here?
Or, if they were surrounded by Strange Beasts and could not get away, they might be worn to death through sheer attrition.
Over there, dozens of larger Strange Beasts surrounded the Exotic Beast Leader. Damn it, the appearance of these fellows was plainly aimed at them. If those Strange Beasts charged over and they failed to stop them—or made even one mistake—they could be killed.
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