Oxen and horses neighed as the monsters harnessed themselves to the wagons and loaded provisions, armor, and other supplies.
Once the wagons were loaded, the monsters whipped themselves, then shook their heads and swished their tails as they raced toward Black Dragon Mountain.
Wang Quan and the other Legend Cultivators each led a squad of Spell Combat Cultivators, patrolling around the convoy.
The Spell Combat Cultivators had also duped some native foot soldiers into joining their ranks as expendable pawns and cannon fodder.
The Grotto Heaven Cultivator oversaw the convoy with seven or eight Blessed Land Cultivators, dozens of Dharma Form Cultivators, and hundreds of Primordial Spirit Cultivators.
The Grotto Heaven Cultivator and several Blessed Land Cultivators stood on the wagons, bows drawn and arrows nocked, ready to shoot down any experts who dared pursue them.
Clop! Clop! Clop!
Hooves flew as everyone hurried onward.
Birdmen from the Great Qian Empire took to the air and swooped after them with piercing cries.
The Grotto Heaven Cultivator and the others drew their bows and shot them down.
Another detachment came in pursuit. Wang Quan and the others led their many cannon fodder troops in like vicious wolves, converging from every direction to slaughter them.
At that moment, many cultivators no longer cared whether they were considered fiends.
They directly used their newly cultivated Dharma Power to pull out tendons and dismantle bones, taking the opportunity to refine corpses into artifacts and spells such as White Bone Banners, Vengeful Soul Banners, and Flesh and Blood Thunderfire.
These artifacts and spells required simple materials and possessed tremendous power.
They also had many advantages, including transmission from person to person, rapid spread, and quickly developing combat effectiveness.
Thus, everyone found them quite handy.
Wang Quan also took the opportunity to cultivate a spell: Dead