Di Tian stood not far behind Mo Lin, shielding his face with both hands. The shock in his eyes was practically overflowing from their sockets.
Though the hurricanes gushing from the rift had not carved any gruesome wounds into Di Tian's body, they had still left countless pale marks and considerable pain.
The other ferocious beasts possessed physiques and defenses far inferior to Di Tian's. Even Bear Lord, the strongest of the Darkgold Dreadclaw Bear clan, bore more than a dozen wounds, while the others were in far worse condition.
It had to be said that the wind blades striking Di Tian and the other ferocious beasts were surely only the ones that had slipped through. The most powerful wind blades had undoubtedly all fallen upon Mo Lin. If those wind blades had directly poured down upon the other ferocious beasts, they did not even dare imagine the outcome.
Fortunately, these injuries were merely superficial wounds. They were nothing serious to ferocious beasts and would heal before long.
Seeing Mo Lin so effortlessly block the wind blades and continue opening and expanding the passage to Dragon Valley, even Di Tian was completely convinced by him.
Although Di Tian's cultivation was considerably stronger now than when he had first attempted this, before coming here, he had still thought of relying on the combined strength of the ferocious beasts to open Dragon Valley's small world. He had never imagined that a single beast could enter Dragon Valley alone.
Mo Lin's ability to tear open the outer boundary of a small world by himself fully demonstrated a physique far surpassing that of ferocious-beast-level Soul Masters, as well as nearly inexhaustible reserves of Soul Power.
It made Di Tian completely acknowledge in his heart that Mo Lin truly existed on a level above himself,