The Azure Flame Sparrow felt a jarring shock ripple through its mind just now, like being struck by invisible lightning.
It suddenly thanked its luck for encountering Zhou Cui, who could barely restrain it.
If it had rushed toward Xiao Ming the way the Golden Lion just did, it would have earned the same miserable ending—death swift and certain.
The surviving Bai Clan disciples could hardly believe their eyes as they beheld Xiao Ming's rescue squad fan out and scatter the cluster of demonic beasts one by one.
These menacing creatures that had seemed unstoppable moments ago could only run helter-skelter now to avoid getting annihilated, charging toward the exit with their greatest power to escape like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
Xiao Ming had already injured his mind and could no longer use the power of the killing array until his soul power recovered considerably.
However, his sword intent kept cutting deep scars into the demonic beasts, each strike precise and deadly.
