The Magical Beast Mountain Range was the largest primeval forest in the Jia Ma Empire, home to countless magical beasts. Legend had it that even sixth-order magical beasts were not uncommon in its depths-and sixth-order magical beasts were beings on par with human Dou Huang experts.
Yet although these rumors had persisted, none of the mercenaries had ever seen such beasts with their own eyes, because every mercenary who ventured deep into the Magical Beast Mountain Range had died.
With the strength of these low-ranking mercenaries, merely seeing a third-order or fourth-order magical beast might frighten them so badly that their legs refused to move.
Most mercenaries who depended on the Magical Beast Mountain Range for their livelihood survived by hunting first-order and tier 2 magical beasts and selling their magic cores and pelts. Anyone lucky enough to obtain a third-order magical beast's magic core had struck a real windfall; that alone made the expedition worthwhile.
As for magical beasts above the fourth order, they did not even dare think about them. Such beasts almost never appeared on the outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, and even if one appeared there gravely wounded, they would not dare covet so much as a scrap of it.
After all, the slightest trace of a fourth-order magical beast's aura was enough to crush any thought of resistance. A gentle puff of its breath could kill a whole swath of them.
Today, however, several uninvited guests arrived in the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.
Deep in the mountains, Yun Yun led Xiao Yan and Zi Yan to a place shrouded in mist. She waved her hand toward it, sending a strand of green Dou Qi into the fog. A light flashed, and the mist gradually parted to either side, revealing a