Thousands of Golden Immortals couldn't influence the outcome of the battle in front of ten Quasi-Saints.
But these Golden Immortals took cover behind the Pinnacle of Great Luo as soon as they could, rested briefly, and then shot forward toward Xuanzang and his companions like arrows released from their bows.
Xuanzang and the others didn't underestimate them, striking repeatedly, trying to hold them off a hundred yards away.
Yet these Golden Immortals didn't care about losses, even using their comrades' bodies as shields, line after line, just to push a little further ahead.
This kind of fearlessness alarmed everyone; even Red Fairy and Xuanyuan, who had been pursuing the Demon Clan's Pinnacle of Great Luo across the Western Cow Hezhou, couldn't help shuddering at the scene.
In the space in front of them, stretching for a hundred yards, who knows how many demonic bodies were dropping from mid-air.
But those who were still alive relentlessly followed suit.
