The Golden-Winged Tiger fled shamefully once again. With a single flap of its wings, it retreated far from the battlefield and watched from the outskirts.
Peng Tianwen immediately began using half the Bamboo Leaf to clear a path for the convoy, while keeping an eye on the Golden-Winged Tiger hovering near the battlefield, ready in case it attacked again.
"Quick, keep moving! Don't stop!" A Martial Artist shouted to the vehicles behind him as he fought a monster in front of him.
There were too many monsters; the Martial Artists couldn't hold them back. Another monster lunged in from the side and clamped its jaws around the Martial Artist's neck.
The Martial Artist died, and the monsters broke through the point he had been defending.
The monsters began tearing at the vehicles with their claws and teeth, trying to drag out the people inside.
A flash of green streaked past. One monster after another that had breached the line fell, while nearby Martial Artists immediately moved in to fill the gap.
Scenes like this played out frequently throughout the convoy.
Some vehicles were completely torn apart by monsters before Peng Tianwen could reach them.
By the time the last vehicle broke through the monsters' encirclement, more than three hours had passed. Of the more than six thousand vehicles of all kinds, over four hundred were gone, and the nearly ninety thousand people had dwindled to fewer than eighty thousand.
After holding on for a long time, Peng Tianwen's Spiritual Force once again gave out. To guard against the Golden-Winged Tiger, he had to save his last bit as a deterrent. He could no longer threaten it, but the Golden-Winged Tiger didn't know that. He was counting on that information gap.
Just as Peng Tianwen had expected, the Golden-Winged Tiger held