Leng Qingzhu stopped, slightly stunned.
Suddenly.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
She saw, on the ground ahead.
A moving mountain range, surging towards them.
There were so many of them, it was impossible to see the end.
Huge bodies, trampling on the earth, causing it to rumble incessantly.
Such a large number of Demon Beasts made them feel suffocated.
If this still gave them a glimmer of hope for escape,
then, two terrifying auras above the Ninth Layer of Core Formation,
made them completely despair.
Jian Linyuan's voice grew cold as he said, "Draw your swords."
"Disciples of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion have their own way of dying!"
Faced with such an immense horde of Demon Beasts, they had no chance of survival.
Leng Qingzhu bit her lip and drew her Magic Artifact.
The five people behind her also drew their weapons one after another.
Very soon!
The two sides met face to face.
The first to confront them was the demoness in blood clothes, Demon Moon.