The man dodged the two evil spirits and whistled. The surrounding demonic beasts became restless, then charged forward simultaneously.
Their momentum was fierce, and even the ground trembled.
Chuzheng raised her hand with a wave, and the evil spirits hidden in the dark frenziedly emerged, engaging in combat with the demonic beasts.
The demonic beasts, tough-skinned and difficult to deal with, were a poor match against the elusive evil spirits. Generally, there would be no definitive result between these two species in a fight.
But...
But the evil spirits had Jing Po's concocted poison.
The demonic beasts could withstand the physical attacks of the evil spirits but not their poison assaults.
The man: "..."
Chuzheng placed Jing Po into a coffin, set a defense with Yin Xian, tilted her head left and right, pinched her wrist, and headed towards the battlefield.
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The River of Forgetfulness quietly flowed through the forest, as if the trees themselves grew within it.
