"You think you can ambush me, brat?"
Ge Qing glared up at Mu Chen, his face twisted with anger and panic.
Five late-stage Spirit Wheel Realm warriors facing more than twenty Black Tiger Spirit Beasts of the same level—it was all but certain death. There was nowhere to run.
"Enjoy yourselves."
Mu Chen flicked a finger. A pebble shot out and roused the beast horde.
The already ferocious Black Tiger Spirit Beasts could no longer hold back. They roared and lunged, tearing into their prey. In the blink of an eye, one of the students had his throat ripped out.
"Boss, save me! Ah!"
The late-stage Spirit Wheel Realm warrior struggled for a moment before a huge tiger dragged him into the horde and tore him apart. The sight was too gruesome to bear.
"Quick! Break through!"
Ge Qing cried out in a panic, his face deathly pale, and unleashed a powerful spirit art.
Mu Chen and Sun'er stayed out of it.
They stood atop a towering ancient tree, dozens of meters high, looking down from above.
When a human died, they collected his Spiritual Energy Mark.
When a Black Tiger Spirit Beast was killed, they extracted its spirit essence.
They were having the time of their lives.
The Ge Gang experts watched, eyes nearly popping out of their heads, but there was nothing they could do.
Half an hour later.
After fighting their way through the beast horde, Ge Qing and the others finally escaped the ambush, but only after paying a terrible price. They fled in a panic to an open patch of ground more than ten li away.
Ge Qing and his companion exchanged a glance, sorrow rising in their hearts.
Of the five late-stage Spirit Wheel Realm experts, only the two of them remained.
They had