Those wooden people had no means of defense against it.
The wooden weapons they used shattered upon contact with Little Flat Head, and their wooden shields were like frail sheets of paper, utterly useless.
In just the blink of an eye, more than ten wooden people were smashed to pieces under Little Flat Head's impact, bursting into sawdust.
Bai Xiaozhao also had her triumphs.
She had adapted to the combat techniques of these wooden people, and shortly thereafter, seven wooden people were shredded by her claws in the blink of an eye.
However, Bai Xiaozhao heeded Chu Xisheng's reminder, constantly dodging to avoid being splashed with the green liquid on her body.
Just as the slaughter by the two beasts was about to begin, and Chu Xisheng had transformed into a fleeting shadow, ready to pounce;
A whistling sound came from the distance.
The hundreds of wooden people around them instantly retreated into the forest like a tide.
