Even with more explosive talismans, Pei Chen would find it difficult to blast a Nascent Soul Late Stage demon beast to death, especially when faced with a beast tide—who knows how many demon beasts there are.
With that magic powder, the demon beasts would only go berserk, and Ling Yu would also be in jeopardy.
With the temperament of those two, they wouldn't come out immediately, would they? They'd definitely wait until they couldn't hold on anymore.
But her magic powder was so potent that the demon beasts wouldn't stop until they'd flattened everything.
By the time they wanted to escape, they'd definitely be seriously injured; at least Ling Yu would suffer severe wounds.
Boom, boom, boom—
The sounds of the beast tide were getting closer.
Wait, Jin Congshuang finally sensed something was amiss.
She turned around and nearly lost her footing.
Why were so many demon beasts rushing in their direction?
