After slaughtering their way forward for about fifty li, several screams suddenly rang out from the rear of the group.
Xiao Jin did not need to look back to know that the people following behind his group, thinking that doing so would keep them safe, had been attacked by the beast tide closing in from the rear.
At this point, the Fierce Beasts' strength had almost all risen to around the eighth rank.
Even a Dou Zun, if surrounded and attacked by a dozen or so eighth-rank Fierce Beasts at once, would only end up dead without an intact corpse.
And the truth was more or less as Xiao Jin had imagined. In reality, those killed by the Fierce Beasts truly did not even leave whole corpses behind; in the blink of an eye, they became food in the Fierce Beasts' bellies.
If these Fierce Beasts could leave alive, then a few days later, they would probably turn into piles of fertilizer, nourishing the vegetation within the Wild Wilderness.
The cultivators, who had grown somewhat lax because of their earlier safety, once again tensed their nerves.
They did not dare blame Xiao Jin for failing to stop all the Fierce Beasts. They could only put everything they had into fighting the Fierce Beasts at the very rear of the group.
After paying only slight attention to the rear of the group, Xiao Jin once again focused his attention ahead.
He could sense that the nearest ninth-rank Fierce Beast was less than five li away from him.
What was even more unimaginable was that the Fierce Beast, which had barely reached the ninth rank, was actually waiting for him to slaughter his way to it like a king among Fierce Beasts, fresh and rested while its enemy was worn down.
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