The current of death-gas carrying the countless grayish-white figures from the forest brushed past and went roaring into the distance. Without any spiritual intelligence, they were totally unable to even wonder why their targets had suddenly vanished without a trace.
Somewhere behind the chaos, Han Shan and the rest watched the massive herd of beast spirits move further away, and their tense bodies immediately relaxed. The masters of the Demonic Rhino Clan sat down abruptly with pale faces, as their legs couldn't hold them upright anymore.
When the current had rushed towards them, they had thought they would be killed on the spot.
Han Shan swallowed harshly, his face wild with joy after escaping death. He turned towards Mu Chen and said gratefully, "Brother Mu, thank you so much." If not for Mu Chen, they would have been pursued and murdered.
