If there had been only one, he would have turned without hesitation to face it.
Unfortunately, he sensed several presences behind him. If he fought them, they might well wear him to death.
They were in the place where Liu Ruoxin had said the plant True Spirits gathered.
But so far, they had seen no plant True Spirits—only a whole horde of monsters.
The monsters looked weak, and in fact, they were weak.
But there was something peculiar about them. Split one in half with a sword, and it became two monsters.
Even a severed piece of one could turn into an entirely new monster.
In short, the more they killed, the more there were.
There was no end to them.
Unless they crushed a monster completely to dust in a single strike.
That was possible, of course, but every one of the presences behind him belonged to a fifth- or even sixth-stage Golden Immortal.
Against monsters like those, he could not be sure he could crush them to dust in an instant.
If he failed, their numbers would only grow as he fought. Better to avoid them for now.
"There's a small village up ahead."
"Let's go down and take a look first."
Bao Xiaotou's voice came from ahead, and Li Xiaoyao looked down.
Sure enough, a small village stood below, thin threads of cooking smoke rising from its rooftops.
A few figures moved back and forth among the houses.
Li Xiaoyao's first thought was, How could there be a village here?
But there was no time to dwell on it. He followed the others into the village.
The moment he entered, Li Xiaoyao sensed that the monsters pursuing them had stopped. One after another, they turned away and left.
Li Xiaoyao stood still, lost in thought at this