Several more groups of sixth-tier demon beasts attacked afterward, but every last one fell beneath Su Jiu and Chu Luohen's swords.
Most astonishing of all, even after killing so many demon beasts, their flowing white robes, which lent them an air of immortal grace, remained as spotless as snow.
They showed none of the bedraggled disarray of the others.
Su Jiu spread her divine sense outward. Only after repeatedly confirming that no more demon beasts would attack did she put away the Flying Boat.
As for the remaining two or three fifth-tier demon beasts, she paid them no mind, leaving the few people still holding out to continue fighting them.
With the Flying Boat put away, everyone else came into view.
But those three demon beasts had long since been worked into a fury. They ignored everyone else, fixating solely on the people before them.
Those people were none other than the disciples of the aristocratic clan that looked down on female cultivators.
Since those clan disciples had been fighting the entire time, some were now dead and others wounded. Even the few disciples still battling the fifth-tier demon beasts seemed close to their limits.
The middle-aged male cultivator who served as their family head was the first to notice that the Flying Boat had been put away.
Calling to the other cultivators for help, he ran toward the crowd with the demon beasts on his heels.
The others were no fools, and naturally hurried out of their way.
There were, however, some quick-witted people in the crowd. Remembering the supplies Su Jiu had taken from them, they naturally set their sights on these people. "I can help you, but you ought to show some sincerity."
The middle-aged man's expression darkened, but he finally relented. "I can divide the resources