Ji Ping'an was covered in blood, his face green, yet he continued fighting without pause—he had been poisoned. Fortunately, he had a potent antidote that effectively suppressed the toxin.
Hearing that, he gave a bitter smile. "The experts on our team killed so many that the Spirit Beasts no longer dare attack the Cloud Pillar... Pretty impressive, right?"
Most people would not believe that, but some cultivators who dealt with Spirit Beasts year-round could accept the explanation—Spirit Beasts naturally bullied the weak and feared the strong. Still, someone spoke up.
"Then he should take the initiative and attack! The Cloud Pillar exists to protect the city wall. How can he neglect the main issue and settle for muddling through?"
Someone even shouted, "Friend on the Cloud Pillar, your team is about to collapse! Are you really going to keep watching the show?"
The moment Feng Jun heard that, he became extremely displeased. Leave the Cloud Pillar and attack... Were they sure they were not asking him to throw his life away?
He had already tried it yesterday. Leaving the Cloud Pillar without entering the city wall was simply too dangerous. Spirit Beasts had exceptionally strong instincts, and fighting in a space filled with mirage mist meant that one careless mistake could cost him his life.
Of course, Feng Jun had trump cards. If he were cautious enough, he could still survive, but things had not reached the point where there was no other choice. Why should he expose his trump cards?
He had killed quite a few Spirit Beasts yesterday, making them too afraid to attack the Cloud Pillar. Did that not count as his contribution?
Unfortunately, he had baited them too hard with Spirit Beast meat yesterday. Even the meat could no longer lure those creatures over.
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