Everyone dropped what they were doing.
Mist Eye Sect disciples were already forming ranks near the rear wall. Han Yu joined others scrambling up to vantage points. Through a crack in the barricades, he saw them—dozens of fire beasts pouring from the mist and smoke. Their forms distorted by heatwaves, glowing like embers given legs.
Flame Prowlers. Lava Crabs. And worse—four-legged behemoths with magma-dripping fangs and rock-like armor plating.
A full stampede.
The disciples shouted incantations and surged forward to meet them, qi flaring like a sea of colored light. Fire met water, wind met stone. The clash was immediate, violent, and terrifying.
They used the illusory skills, but they were either too weak too affect these beasts, or simply ineffective against the frenzied beasts who only had slaughter on their minds. No matter how well they fought they were outnumbered.
