The lizards' attack was far more ferocious than Hou Dakuan had expected. He led his people and Jin Shanshan in defending the perimeter, hoping only to buy Bi Fan half an incense stick's worth of time. But that proved far more difficult than they had imagined.
In terms of numbers, they were utterly insignificant compared to the lizard army. And in terms of strength, their spiritual power was completely spent, and they were fighting while wounded. They were already at the end of their rope. How could they withstand wave after wave of lizard attacks?
As Jin Shanshan was savagely seized by a lizard and flung away, half his arm already gone, he collapsed to the ground, unable to get back up. Just as the lizard opened its jaws to bite his head off, Hou Dakuan immediately sprang forward, forcing his way through the lizards' encirclement. He kicked Jin Shanshan out of the way, and the lizard's jaws snapped shut on empty air.
But the tide did not turn. More and more lizards charged at them in a frenzy, and their outnumbered group simply couldn't hold them back.
A rare solemnity filled Jin Shanshan's eyes. He might have been carefree by nature, but he still had sound judgment when it came to certain things.
Like now. If this went on, they might not even last twenty breaths, let alone half an incense stick, before being wiped out.
He took a deep breath. A look of resolute acceptance of death flashed through his eyes. Without hesitation, he closed them, and his mind returned to before they had set out, when Grandpa Tree had taught him a certain Cultivation Method.
Rather than a Cultivation Method, it would be more accurate to call it a secret art for awakening the Golden Crow Clan's