Faced with the imposing army of mystical beasts, Xiao Chen remained composed, his gaze sweeping around him.
Speaking of the strength of these beasts, individually they were not strong; the weakest was only comparable to a Second Rank beast of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the strongest was merely a Fourth Rank beast that matched a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
However, in terms of numbers, there were nearly two hundred, and when combined, they indeed formed a force not to be underestimated, no wonder Lin Tao and the other two changed their expressions upon hearing about them.
What slightly surprised Xiao Chen was that standing atop a Fourth Rank colossal mammoth beast in front of him was a young man dressed in luxurious garments, looking somewhat demon-like, with an aura that was equally eerie.
