"How confident are you in escaping, Junior Brother Xiao?" Zhou Mei asked, her face pale as she stared at the horde of Death Deers closing in.
Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the fear she tried to suppress. The sheer number of beasts, their gray bodies radiating a suffocating death aura, was enough to make even the bravest cultivator hesitate.
Xiao Ming's expression flickered for a moment, but his eyes soon flashed with a strange glint, one that hinted at both calculation and excitement.
"We might not need to escape just yet," he said, his gaze fixed on the Death Deers.
His voice was calm, almost casual, as if the approaching horde was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
The Death Deers, however, were anything but minor. Their cold, hostile eyes locked onto Xiao Ming and his team, their gazes filled with a hatred so deep it seemed as though they were avenging a century-old grudge.
