With the Golden Fang Beast Leader's death, their target had been achieved, and the crisis at Golden Horn Mountain was temporarily resolved.
Thinking of these things, he began contemplating his next arrangements.
His spiritual power had nearly run out, all his Second Order talismans had been used up, and the sword qi he had gathered had already been deployed. Besides a Fake Golden Core Talisman, he had practically exhausted all his methods.
Although unharmed, his current condition was very poor. Luckily, the demon beasts were now without a leader. Even if pursued, he could make a full retreat relying on the Purple Gold Eagle.
With these thoughts, he let out a long sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed.
A few breaths passed, and as a roar echoed, Lin Tianming's attention returned.
