The others who entered the Small World had also made thorough preparations.
Feng Tianyang, the head of Baizong Mountain, was accustomed to traveling and considered himself half a backpacker. He had even prepared a large backpack weighing nearly a hundred pounds.
But when he saw that Zhang Caixin had actually brought along an electric oven, he could not help sighing. "I really want a Storage Pouch..."
In short, they were not in much danger within the Small World.
The wild beasts were indeed extremely ferocious. Even beasts that had not reached the Mortal Transcendence stage were remarkably savage. A goat could grow as large as a calf, weighing four or five hundred pounds. More importantly, they were especially aggressive.
In Zhang Caixin's words—these goats possessed the combat strength of Martial Warriors.
As for the leopards they encountered in the mountains, Zhang Caixin's assessment was this: without the cultivation of a Martial Master, it was best not to provoke them. Their strength was one thing, but the key was that the animals were simply too agile.
When they first began hunting, they ran into a herd of goats. The moment they made their move, the goats directly counterattacked.
Seven or eight hundred goats charged at them. It was quite a shocking sight.
Even herbivores could be fierce enough to chase several Martial Masters into scrambling flight. The creatures in the Small World truly were extraordinary.
Fortunately, the group that had entered the Small World could all be considered outstanding figures within Xia Nation's Daoist Order. Some held the line head-on, some used talismans, some excelled at martial arts, and some... even knew how to lure monsters.
The mutton was delicious and especially nourishing for the blood and qi. Compared with the Spirit Plants of Weiyu Heavenly Grotto, this meat replenished blood