'It chose to retreat,' Su Ming thought, retracting his divine sense. 'An ordinary beast would charge in a rage. This Earth Tyrant is indeed intelligent; it knows when to cut its losses.'
With the Demon Lord retreating, the remaining scattered beasts scrambled toward the wall in panic.
"Lin Yao, Wang Tian, Qing Luan," Su Ming called out as he landed back on the battlements. "Take charge and clear the remaining beasts."
"Yes, Master!" Lin Yao and Wang Tian saluted.
"Yes, Elder Su!" Qing Luan confirmed.
Leaping from the wall, the disciples engaged the remaining beasts. Wang Tian moved with absolute precision, his steel blade tracing clean, short arcs that sliced through the iron scales of the charging mud-boars without any excess movement, showing the depth of his training on the White Lotus Peak.
