Because the Ninth Rank Fierce Beasts had all been drawn away by Xiao Jin, the remaining Eighth Rank Fierce Beasts were numerous, but they still were no match for Cai Lin and the others.
All four of Cai Lin's group possessed battle strength comparable to a high-level Dou Sheng, and with the assistance of two Dragon King Puppets, even though they had to drag along a few burdens from the Ancient Clan, they still broke out of the beast tide's encirclement without any real danger.
Strangely, after they broke through the encirclement, the Fierce Beasts did not turn back to chase them. Instead, they continued stampeding toward the front.
Faced with this bizarre sight, everyone could only explain it as the Fierce Beasts not having much intelligence.
Only after they were roughly twenty miles from the beast tide did Cai Lin let out a slight breath. She wiped the thin sheen of sweat from her forehead and turned to look toward the center of the beast tide, a faint worry in her beautiful eyes.
If not for Xiao Jin's instructions, she would definitely have charged back into the beast tide without the slightest hesitation.
It was not only her. Xun Er and the other two were the same.
Elder Tongxuan forced himself to ask, "Miss, we can stay here and not leave. If you are worried, why not go back and take a look?"
Xun Er shook her head decisively. "I believe in Brother Xiao Jin. Since he told us to leave first, that proves he definitely won't lose!"
Elder Tongxuan knew Xiao Jin was powerful. Against any single Ninth Rank Fierce Beast, he could crush his opponent with overwhelming force.
But this was a beast tide, after all.
Beast tides never won by quality. What they played was a