Originally, they only needed to deal with enemies at the Dao Foundation initial and middle stages here.
They could handle those perfectly well.
But now, Dao Foundation late-stage demon beasts had appeared among the horde. This was a very bad sign.
It meant the breach on the distant Frontline was growing wider and wider.
"Roar!!!"
Moments later, Huang Fuqi slew the Golden Leopard, displaying the unrivaled killing prowess of his swordsmanship.
Yet none of them dared let their guard down.
More Dao Foundation late-stage auras were approaching from the distance.
"Everyone, fall back and rest for a moment." Lin Ke focused his attention. "I'll hold the front!"
This was a battle of endurance.
Lin Ke shouted, "Rest a little before continuing! I'm worried there'll be even more demon beasts coming!"
He had already considered this possibility.
After all, plants and animals were the most abundant things in the Poison Tempering Mountains.
At first, when the Golden Wing Sect and the other sects poured out in full force, they might gain an advantage and expand their territory.
But once the Demon Race counterattacked, that would no longer be certain.
Even ordinary wild beasts and flying insects alone would give the Golden Wing Sect more than its fill of trouble.
"Brother Lin, can you hold them off?" Huang Fuqi flew backward.
Shi Ping and the others also retreated one after another.
"I can!"
Lin Ke's expression turned cold and stern.
The next instant, walls of earth shot into the sky, forming what seemed like new mountain ranges on either side of Lin Ke, blotting out the sky and sun.
Mountain-Moving and Sea-Overturning!
"Just how vast are Brother Lin's reserves of spirit power..." Shi Ping's eyes widened. "Is he really still at the Dao Foundation initial stage?"
Beside him, Fang Du sighed in