683 Panic

"Die!"

Ye Qin suddenly spotted a flying Magic Beast several hundred zhang ahead. Reacting with lightning speed, he swept his right hand, and two flying swords shot forth in dazzling streaks of light, cleaving the avian Magic Beast cleanly into two.

Only then did Ye Qin get a clear look at the Magic Beast's appearance.

It was a Golden Core Late Stage demonic eagle. It was actually much the same as a demon eagle, except its gaze was exceptionally savage, its blood was pale blue, and it was clearly far larger than demon beasts of the same rank. Before Ye Qin, strength like this was not worth a single blow. An Essence Crystal fell directly into Ye Qin's hand.

The Magic Beasts dwelling atop the abyssal cliffs were relatively weak; quite a few were Golden Core-level Magic Beasts. It was said that once one ventured deep into the abyss, many of the Magic Beasts were Nascent Soul level or above. Of course, there were Golden Core-level Magic Beasts as well, but they appeared in the thousands and tens of thousands, making them exceedingly difficult to handle.

The vast flock of demonic birds inhabiting the abyssal cliffs had already been slaughtered in great numbers by the large batch of Nascent Soul Cultivators who had entered earlier. Only a few scattered, ragged remnants remained.

Leading this party of several dozen cultivators, Ye Qin, Qingqiu Li, and Huangfu Binger charged almost unimpeded toward the bottom of the ten-thousand-zhang abyss, pursuing the cultivators ahead. Any unfortunate demonic bird that encountered them would die before it could even approach.

Partway down, there were also some low-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators fighting Abyssal Magic Beasts in groups of two or three. Clearly, they had no intention of searching for the Abyssal Strange Beast and merely wished to