"What should we do about them?" Zhang Xiaofan asked curiously, standing on the Fire Poker as he looked around.
"People without cultivation can try to wipe out a few," Lady Jinling replied, her face rather frightened.
"Wipe out a few?" Zhang Xiaofan thought back. How could that swarm of Ciling behind them be just a few? There were thousands of them, all right!
"You mean pile them up with ordinary people's lives?" Zhang Xiaofan frowned. Were those things really that terrifying?
"Those things have teeth. If one bites you, a chunk of flesh comes off," the Loose Cultivator said to Zhang Xiaofan, his face pale.
"They eat meat too!" He Dazhi had no ideas left after hearing that.
"Fourth Senior Brother! Try your 'gem,'" Zhang Xiaofan suggested.
"This Bamboo Bag of yours really is heavy!" He Dazhi had the Bamboo Bag on his back, both hands locked tightly around the straps just to keep it from falling. How could he have any strength left to use a magic treasure now?
When Zhang Xiaofan heard this, his heart stirred. The Fire Poker carried him swiftly to the space above and behind He Dazhi. He freed one hand to grab the Bamboo Bag, lifted it lightly, and took it over.
He Dazhi suddenly felt his back lighten. Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan had already taken the Bamboo Bag, he immediately turned, sprang up, and leaped behind Zhang Xiaofan. Just as he was about to step onto the Fire Poker, he felt a pain in his back and lost his balance.
"Fourth! You're squeezing me!" Luo Yunji lay on Zhang Xiaofan's back, turned his head, glared at He Dazhi, and shouted.
"Pfft!" The Ghost King, following behind, saw this scene and could not hold back a laugh.
Old Ancestor Fengyue hurriedly caught He Dazhi