As time passed, Lin Tianming struck time and time again with sneak attacks, executing each move just right. After achieving some results, he never lingered in battle or acted recklessly in his pursuit of success.
In this way, the entire Golden Fang Beast Clan was constantly on the receiving end of the onslaught, one by one the Golden Fang Beasts fell to his burst attacks.
After half an hour, of the original hundreds of Golden Fang Beasts, only slightly more than two hundred remained—their total numbers were reduced by a staggering sixty percent, and those that survived were all beyond the First Order Middle-Late Stage.
Atop a hill at the bottom of the valley, the leader of the Golden Fang Beasts, a Second Order Late-Stage Demon Beast, lifted its head to the sky and let out a long howl at Lin Tianming, its eyes filled with wariness.
