Duanmu Xi held the dagger in his leg and rushed out like a cheetah. With lightning steps, he walked among the leopards like the wind. He raised the knife with his leg and killed a scorpion-tailed leopard directly.
Seeing that their companions were dead, the manticores became angry and all rushed toward Duanmu Xi.
"Master, be careful."
"It's a small thing."
There was no trace of nervousness or fear in the calm voice.
Duan Muxi looked at the scorpion-tailed leopards attacking her from all directions, raised the corners of her lips and jumped slightly.
Just "bang", "bang" and "bang", a group of manticores collided with each other, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.
Duan Muxi looked at the scorpion-tailed leopard in a mess, a smile flashed in his purple eyes.
With a slight tap of his foot, the manticore's head landed on it. In a flash of silver light, the manticore's companion fell to the ground.
Looking at the corpse of his companion, the manticore to the east of Duanmu Xi became angry and raised his tail eagerly, wanting to throw her away.
"Master, be careful of its tail."
Xiaoying was a little anxious on the side.
A trace of nervousness also flashed in Snow Wolf's amber eyes.
In just one day, he actually cared about that girl's life and death.
Duanmu Xixiang jumped to avoid the poisonous scorpion tail, and then bent down and inserted the dagger into its head before it attacked again.
The blood mixed with brain matter burst out instantly, and the sun shone on Duanmu Xi's blood-stained face, giving it a different kind of enchanting beauty.
Looking at the little man struggling in front of him, a flash of emotion flashed in Xue Lang's eyes.
He obviously didn't have the power of the mysterious spirit, but he dared to rush out to save him. He had an indifferent face, but he was willing to shed blood for a beast he didn't know.
No one had ever protected him like that when he was so old. At that moment, his heart was filled with emotions that he didn't even understand.
As Duan Muxi attacked Dong Dong sharply again and again, more and more corpses of manticores were found on the ground.
As the manticores were disintegrated one by one, the smell of blood floating in the air became stronger and stronger.
For a time, roars and screams resounded throughout the area.
Duanmuxi held the bleeding dagger and frowned slightly. She felt that her body had reached its limit.
"Get out of here now."
Duan Muxi stared at the few remaining manticores across from him and shouted coldly.
The manticores looked at the corpses of their companions on the ground, then looked at the dagger dripping with blood, then turned and ran away.
Seeing that the manticore leopards had disappeared, Duan Muxi turned back and walked towards the injured snow wolf.
She crouched down to check the injuries of the snow wolf, and found that it was not injured, but had some superficial injuries.
"Let me go."
The voice was light and no emotion could be heard.
Xue Lang took a deep look at Duan Muxi, turned around and disappeared into the night.