They were so disgusting that Ye Chuqi could not bear to draw the Thousand-Leaf Sword.
Ye Chuqi understood what San San meant. Whenever these Fallen Demon Beasts encountered others of a different kind, they fought and devoured one another to strengthen themselves. Those of the same kind gathered into groups instead. Then, no matter how many detours they took, their overriding goal was to break out of the Beast Abyss.
It was as though some instinct told them that more fresh, delicious food awaited them there, food that would make them even stronger.
As more and more Fallen Demon Beasts of the same kind appeared, none bearing signs of battle, Ye Chuqi knew she was nearing the place she sought.
There were simply too many Fallen Demon Beasts, though. They hurled themselves at the group in relentless waves. Even if these beasts had not strengthened themselves through devouring others and were not particularly powerful, their sheer numbers severely hampered the group's progress.
And there was no end to them. Before the beasts in front had been dealt with, more appeared in layer upon layer behind them, a dark mass that looked ready to engulf the group at any moment.
"Qi Qi, ahead! There's an opening five hundred meters straight ahead!"
All these Fallen Demon Beasts were emerging from that opening.
Yet those five hundred meters felt like an impassable gulf. There were only six of them, and inching forward through this sea of Fallen Demon Beasts took every ounce of their strength.
Even Cyril joined the fight with his Special Potions, hoping to coordinate with Wood Vine to throw them farther. Disdainful as Wood Vine was, it knew they were in danger. It immediately hopped off Cyril's shoulder and wobbled as it rooted itself in the ground. Then its slender