"I..." Qing Yan was dumbfounded.
Ning Zhuo, who had been watching from afar, remarked, "Qing Chi's choice is correct!"
He had indeed experienced a great battle, capturing this fleeting opportunity.
Sure enough, seeing a large group rushing over, only a few stray soul-drawing geckos opened their mouths again, shooting out their tongues.
The speed of these tongues was incredibly fast. Even though the cultivators were mentally prepared, they couldn't intercept them in time and had to rely on their own defenses to endure it.
The tongues hit their targets, but the soldiers only paused for a moment before continuing their charge.
The cultivators who had just retreated, seeing this scene, widened their eyes in shock: "What's going on? Their defensive measures are about the same as ours?"
