It was a kind of Immortal Beast Lu Zhen had never seen before. It lacked the usual look of an Immortal Beast and instead had something of a Magic Beast's savage appearance. As the young master of the Immortal Realm's Demonic Cultivators, Lu Zhen had seen plenty, so it was strange that even he did not recognize it.
The Immortal Beasts were enormous, each the size of a room. They had trunks like elephants, claws like leopards, and scales like pangolins. Three black horns formed a triangle atop each head, with lightning flickering across them. Their strength clearly went beyond their bodies alone.
A basketlike structure was lashed securely to each beast's back with leather straps, and a rider sat inside. Red Immortal Jade was set into the baskets. Fine strands of red spiritual energy, thin as hair, coiled around weapons and Magic Treasures that floated ceaselessly about the riders.
A cavalry force like this could sweep across the Western Divine Realm. Even in the east, it bore down with the weight of Mount Tai. Lu Zhen's breath caught. His boiling blood slowly cooled as the cavalry of over a thousand appeared. Behind him, the Demonic Cultivators drew sharp breaths. The battle lust in their eyes melted away like ice and snow, replaced by a shudder from the depths of their souls.
"Young master, retreat," one of the Lu Household Guards urged from behind Lu Zhen. They were risking their lives for Luo Qian; dying here would hardly be worth it. Lu Zhen weighed the situation in an instant and swept his hand out decisively. "Retreat!"
The Awakening King had sacrificed three thousand mounted bandits to lure out these eight hundred Demonic Cultivators. How could he let them withdraw so easily? The approaching cavalry formation shifted. A hundred riders broke