Ye Jingcheng's stance was clear: whoever spews white mist gets slashed, whoever runs gets slashed!
With the absence of the most powerful late-stage Tier Three Wood Demon, the spiritual mist was not as dense as before, and Ye Jingcheng's divine sense gradually recovered.
His gaze fell on Ye Jingyu and Ye Haicheng.
Ye Haicheng was fine, but Ye Jingyu and the Golden Scale Beast were both riddled with wounds and not in a good state.
Ye Jingcheng understood this was because the Wood Demons picked on the weak.
Fortunately, Ye Jingyu had put on the Spirit Armor earlier, and along with the Golden Scale Beast, the injuries weren't too severe.
The one who was truly hurt was the Jade Qilin Snake.
At this moment, many of its white jade scales had fallen off, looking somewhat languid, with a Star Pear Spear piercing through its flesh, causing it to howl in pain.
"You all better obediently release your demon souls!"
