In the forest, several hundred mystic beasts had gathered here: First Grade Mystic Beasts, Second-Grade Mystic Beasts, Third Grade Mystic Beasts, and even several Fourth Grade Mystic Beasts.
All the mystic beasts within dozens of miles had converged here.
Controlled by the flute's melody, their beast blood boiled, and they lost all reason as they frenziedly attacked Jin Quexi, Xie Mengyao, and Yue Mingsong. Their claws, fangs, and divine abilities were all weapons of attack! No matter how high one's Martial Dao cultivation was, it would be difficult to emerge unscathed beneath such concentrated attacks.
"Rumble!"
A thunderclap burst from Ning Xiaochuan's mouth. He exhaled a wave of air that sent more than ten low-grade mystic beasts flying, scattering them crookedly through the forest.
Ning Xiaochuan finally charged into the beast horde and joined Jin Quexi, Xie Mengyao, and Yue Mingsong. The three of them were already exhausted, with wounds covering their bodies. Had Ning Xiaochuan arrived a quarter of an hour later, they would certainly have been drowned in the sea of mystic beasts.
"Myriad Swords Turn to Rain!"
The power of lightning and thunder erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's body, drawing in the moisture from the air and forming a raincloud.
"Rustle, rustle!"
In an instant, a torrential downpour descended!
Influenced by the Martial Dao Profound Qi within Ning Xiaochuan's body, it triggered changes in the weather phenomena of the surrounding Small World.
One hundred sword phantoms condensed into being, carrying sharp sword intent that ground the surrounding trees into powder!
"Swords, descend!"
The hundred sword phantoms fell, transforming into a sword formation that protected the four of them at its center.
An eight-meter-long black centipede crawled over, its body gleaming with a metallic luster. The legs along its body were like razor-sharp blades, scratching sparks from the stones