"Pavilion Master, I am a First Rank King Martial Artist, let me stay! I won't be a burden to you!" one of them said.
"Alright, those above King Martial Artist level can stay, the rest of you leave, follow behind me," Mu Rufeng said. As he finished speaking, his form shifted, and the longsword in his hand slashed forward, striking down the giant lizards, pythons, and crocodiles rushing at him, carving out a bloody path.
Among the dozen or so members of the Fengyue Pavilion, only two had reached the level of King Martial Artist. The others, with just Venerable Martial Artist strength, could only follow behind Mu Rufeng, fighting toward the outskirts.
On the other side, people weren't that lucky.
Several disciples from the Pang family trembled in fear at the surging beast horde, "Third Miss, we don't want to die, we don't want to enter the Ancient Land... Can you let us go back?"
"Yes! We don't want to go in; we have family at home..."
