Liu Ming and his companions, having employed their thunderous tactics, had in no time slain over twenty blood locust beasts with only the cultivation level of spiritual disciples.
Without a word, the elder took out a green brocade handkerchief and tossed it forward, turning it into a streak of green mist that swept up all the bodies of the blood locust beasts.
By this time, the blood-red candle in the light screen had already burned down to its end.
Fang Yao quickly replaced it with another one.
In this way, the group lured the peripheral low-level blood locust beasts, batch by batch, to come over.
Before long, what was originally a group of three to four hundred beasts had dwindled to only about seventy or eighty.
"Roar!"
The actions of the group finally disturbed the condensing liquid stage king beast nestled deep within.
Following a deep roar, the seawater where the horde of beasts was suddenly roiled with violent turbulence!
