"Shuang'er, Yan Shui, look after Mo Xue and Uncle."
Yun Yantian gave a quick command before leaping out of the carriage. In one swift motion, he seized the reins and lashed the whip across the horses' flanks.
The steeds neighed sharply, their cries piercing the air, before galloping forward with unmatched speed, pulling the carriage away from the chaos.
Meanwhile, Li Qing's figure transformed into a streak of light, propelling him into the sky.
With a surge of spiritual energy coursing through him, an overwhelming aura radiated outward, crashing down like an unstoppable tide upon the mountain ridges below.
The beasts surging down from the mountains—mere low-tier demons at the Embryo Breath Realm—were instantly pinned to the ground under the sheer weight of his unleashed might. Many crumbled beneath the divine pressure, their forms exploding into clouds of blood mist, which dispersed into the surrounding forest.
