Early in the morning, the deep woods were filled with fog.
From inside a tent, Ning Daoran stepped out, revitalized after a night of cultivation.
In the distance, the roars of demon beasts mixed with the sounds of cultivators wielding magical treasures. The earth trembled intermittently, indicating the increasing damage to the great array.
In the mist, figures flew back through the air, all Foundation Establishment cultivators.
They carried the corpses of demon beasts in their hands, haphazardly dropping them in front of them.
Among them, first-tier demon beasts were predominant, though there were also some second-tier.
"Cut off the horns of the Rock Land Barbaric Bulls,"
Ning Daoran ordered. "They are the main materials for refining and repairing the Cold Que Wushang Array. Also, keep all the fur and teeth of the Golden Flame Demon Wolf as auxiliary materials."
"Yes, Martial Uncle!"
The disciples promptly collected the materials.
