Behind him, Leng Shuang and others also came out. Their bodies bore traces of fierce fighting. Obviously, they had a battle with the people who had sneaked into the back of the mountain.
"Master, the people at the back of the mountain are all settled."
Bai Xiao yelled. When he saw the demonic Nascent Soul cultivator took a step to retreat, he picked up the musical instrument in his hand and put it on his mouth. As the instrument sounded, the fierce beasts turned frantic and tore at those cultivators. Even without their participation in the fight, the demonic cultivators who could not lift their spirit energy were torn to pieces by the fierce beasts' claws.
Their shrill screams were followed by a pungent scent of blood. In less than the time it took a column of incense to burn, badly mutilated bodies were scattered on the ground. None of that dozens of the demonic cultivators survived...
"Argh!"
