On the outskirts of the ruins.
By the time Xu Wudi's squad caught up with Mo Yun and the others, the battle had already begun.
A seething mass of eerie creatures surrounded Mo Yun's group like a black storm, roaring as they scrambled to unleash their attacks.
In an instant, multicolored light erupted, and dazzling, bizarre attacks swept toward Mo Yun and the others.
Seeing this and sensing the creatures' auras and numbers, Xu Wudi and his companions were dumbfounded.
"Is my perception wrong? There are a hundred and fifty-three eerie creatures here, and a full forty-five of them are at middle core condensation?" Ye Long wondered whether something had gone wrong with his perception.
"Forty-five middle core condensation creatures, plus another hundred or so at early core condensation-is this really something disciples who just entered the inner sect can handle?" Every hair on Lu Chang Kong's body stood on end.
Although they were all outstanding talents near the top of the Earth Ranking and could kill enemies above their own cultivation level, two fists could hardly beat four hands. Even they would struggle against large numbers of eerie creatures that knew how to coordinate tactically.
More importantly, the proportion of middle core condensation creatures was absurd. This was simply beyond what they could handle.
According to their information, these packs on the outskirts should normally have one middle core condensation creature for every twenty early core condensation creatures.
Yet forty-five of the hundred and fifty-three creatures before them were at middle core condensation.
"This ratio is completely wrong! Was the information faulty, or has something gone wrong with the ruins?" Wen Buyu's head buzzed, and he began to question everything.
If all the eerie creatures in the ruins came in packs like this, what the hell was the point