Solutions were indeed something people came up with.
Dongfang Minghui released the three treasures of her household. The first was Little Light. Its nose was like a dog's: the moment it sniffed out a Death Spirit Master, it charged boldly forward, casting light-type energy barriers over itself as it ran.
She had never understood why it kept putting those light-type energy barriers on itself.
The situation had already reached a stalemate. Little Light charged toward the Death Spirit Masters, howling all the way, as though sounding a signal to march into battle. Everyone turned to look at it.
"That's-a light-type spirit beast!"
Light-type spirit beasts were exceedingly rare. Like dark-type spirit beasts, they could only be encountered by chance, never sought out. Little Light's appearance was like a beam of light, drawing out the desires hidden in everyone's hearts. Half the humans broke away and surrounded Little Light, blocking its path.
The light-type energy barrier on Little Light worked against Death Spirit Masters, but it was not much use against anyone else.
Dongfang Minghui immediately released the second treasure of her household, Ding Ding.
"Lighty." Ding Ding flew toward the crowd, shouting as it swooped down. Wherever it passed, people inexplicably flew into the air before crashing down onto the Beast Tribe spectators.
"Someone is helping us." The man trapped in the very center saw that half their enemies had fallen into disarray. He then addressed the Death Spirit Masters and the Beastfolk. "You thought something that important would be with us? What a joke. I had someone else take it away long ago."
Looking at the situation before her, Dongfang Minghui whispered, "Seventh Sister, why do I feel like these humans are from the Azure Mist Sect?"
Qian Wanyu had recognized them some time ago. "The Azure Mist Sect,