"Black Moon Bats? Why were there so many Black Moon Bats coming this way?"
A moment later, everyone saw clearly that those black specks were all Black Moon Bats.
Black Moon Bats were mid-tier level-four demonic beasts. They looked much like ordinary bats, except they were enormous, over ten feet long. They got their name from the black moon-like markings on their backs and foreheads.
Demonic beasts of this level naturally amounted to nothing with Wei Suo and the others' current strength. But the number of Black Moon Bats before them was astonishing—at least a thousand—and dense black specks continued to pour forth as far as the eye could see.
"Could these Black Moon Bats just happen to be migrating?" Han Weiwei muttered. Black Moon Bats were naturally gregarious beasts, and their numbers could be staggering. A cultivator had once seen an entire valley stretching dozens of miles through the Desolate Plains filled with Black Moon Bats, and had nearly been scared to death on the spot.
"That should be the only possibility. Otherwise, so many Black Moon Bats couldn't possibly move out at once." Nangong Yuqing nodded. "Although Black Moon Bats live in groups, they hunt alone when they go out to forage."
"Seniors, what should we do now? There are simply too many Black Moon Bats. They'll attack us even while migrating." Once the short-haired, blue-armored burly man saw that the dense black specks were all demonic beasts swooping toward them, he could not help looking at Wei Suo and the others in horror.
"We need to keep traveling. You can leave first; we'll hold them back for a while." Wei Suo looked at the cultivators and spoke indifferently. Demonic beasts of this level naturally did not concern him, but he did not want these cultivators to notice