At some point, a layer of green fog descended within a radius of one kilometer centered on Yang Ling. The closer to Yang Ling, the thicker the green fog became.

  Soon, some beasts inadvertently discovered that after being injured, the wound would miraculously stop bleeding automatically as long as it came into contact with the green mist. Instinctively, they rushed towards the denser fog. Gradually, more and more beasts and magical creatures arrived, devouring the rare green mist in large mouthfuls.

  At first, in order to seize the time to swallow the green fog, the beasts were still at peace. Even sworn enemies like pythons and forest mice, cloud leopards and double-headed deer did not interfere with each other. But with the arrival of a pack of wind wolves, the scene began to become chaotic.

  Like the Evil Eye and the Horned Beast, the Wind Wolf is also a pack-dwelling demon beast, often appearing in groups of several hundred. Although they are low-level demon beasts, their individual attack and defense capabilities are much stronger than those of the Evil Eye, with swift movements and innate mastery of wind blade magic.

  As the way was blocked by many beasts, the head wolf let out a loud howl and led more than 500 wind wolves to slowly wander around, running slowly while continuously calling out. Experienced beasts all knew that this was the prelude to the wolf pack's impending attack, as well as their usual intimidation tactic.

  After hesitating for a moment, as the wolf pack drew closer and closer, some solitary double-headed deer and antelopes had no choice but to leave reluctantly. Although the green mist was very beneficial to their bodies, their lives were more important. Only some powerful magical beasts or other herd animals that were also numerous and unwilling to leave just like that remained.

  Ahh...

  With many beasts blocking the way, the head wolf finally lost patience. A long howl, leading over 500 wind wolves to pounce on a group of arrow pigs like lightning, picking soft persimmons.

  Although the quill pigs are not demons, they have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. When they are in dire straits, they can even shoot out their hard, iron-like long hair like arrows. With their large numbers, their strength is also not to be underestimated. If it weren't for the fact that among the wild beasts present, only the quill pigs were the weakest, the wolf king would not have been willing to clash with them head-on either.

  As expected, the wolf pack rushed over fiercely, and the arrow pigs did not show weakness. Quickly forming a tight circular defense formation, with the leader's long howl, they directly shot out the long hair on their bodies.

  Hiss, hiss, hiss.....

  A shrill, ear-piercing sound pierced the air, and a dense rain of arrows turned dozens of Wind Wolves into porcupines. But as the distance drew closer, it was the turn of the Wind Wolves to show their might. Their large mouths, filled with razor-sharp teeth, opened wide and shot out sharp gusts of wind that slaughtered the archers, sending them fleeing in disarray.

  The distant attack was not a match for the opponent, and the leader of the arrow pigs, who was as big as a cow, let out a loud roar and led dozens of strong arrow pigs to charge out, hoping to disrupt the formation of the wolf pack. However, this effort was in vain. Before they could even get close, they were cut down by the relentless wind blades, leaving them covered in wounds. Immediately after, the leader of the wolves led a group of ferocious wind wolves in a fierce counterattack, and in the blink of an eye, the charging arrow pigs were torn to shreds.

  The eyes are not opponents, the arrow pigs can only escape in a hurry, and the wind wolf does not pursue them like usual hunting. In order to occupy the place with thicker green fog, they began to attack a group of golden thread pythons not far from Yang Ling.

  The golden python's waist is as thick as a water bucket, the longest can be nearly twenty meters, and its body is black and white. Not only is it incredibly powerful, but it also has deadly venom, and after poisoning its prey, it often turns completely black and unable to breathe in the blink of an eye.

  Under the desperate counterattack of nearly three hundred golden python snakes, although their number had almost increased by half, the Wind Wolves couldn't gain any advantage for a while. They managed to avoid the opponent's venomous fangs but were often knocked flying by the opponent's powerful snake tails. Both sides fought fiercely and evenly matched, with no clear winner or loser. Meanwhile, the other demons also started to take advantage of the chaos, trying every means to squeeze forward.

  Unlike usual, under the shroud of green mist, as long as it's not a fatal blow, wounds will slowly stop bleeding on their own and can even recover in no time. Therefore, some powerful magical beasts fearlessly launched an attack on the guys blocking their way. Slowly but surely, the scene became increasingly chaotic.

  Under the deafening sounds of the beasts' slaughter, Yang Ling slowly came back to his senses. Opening his eyes to take a look, he saw that the surroundings were filled with rivers of blood, countless magical beasts fighting like mad dogs, and he couldn't help but be startled, almost falling off the treetop.

  World of Warcraft PK?

  Looking at the dense and numerous demonic beasts outside the maze, looking at that crazy slaughter, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. After watching coldly for half a day, he saw many weak demonic beasts hiding in the distance, devouring the green mist with big mouths, and roughly understood the reason why so many demonic beasts went on a killing spree.

  Just as Yang Ling was watching the good show, the demon beasts were in a mess, when suddenly, a black cloud flew over from the horizon, extremely fast, and arrived above the green mist in the blink of an eye. Yang Ling calmed down and took a look, only to find that the black cloud was actually a group of pitch-black lightning birds.

  According to the unicorn's memory, although the Thunderbird is only a sixth-order magical beast, its attack power is fierce, and it can emit powerful purple lightning. Moreover, as soon as one appears, a large group follows. Not to mention high-level great swordsmen who are almost at the same level as sixth-order magical beasts, even a Sword Saint would have to take a detour when encountering a large flock of Thunderbirds.

  After circling around the dense green mist, the Thunderbird swooped down towards the Wind Wolf and Golden Threaded Snake on the ground in a flash of lightning, letting Yang Ling breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he had not yet been exposed.

  After a loud whistle, many thunderbirds emitted flashes of lightning as thick as bowls, electrocuting many wind wolves or golden snakes until they were pitch black. Immediately afterwards, they dived down like bombers, and with their sharp claws that were half a foot long, they ripped out the internal organs of their prey.

  Some birds of prey, in their madness, even bring struggling prey to mid-air, and with a forceful split of their talons, tear the prey alive into two halves. Entrails and blood splatter everywhere, extremely bloody.

  The Thunderbird not only attacked the Wind Wolf and the Golden Threaded Python, but even the Dwarf Horse and the Komodo Cloud Leopard hiding aside were not spared. It seemed that it was preparing to monopolize this rare green mist. After understanding the Thunderbird's intentions, the other demons did not show weakness and joined forces to counterattack. For a time, both sides killed each other, shaking the sky and roaring continuously. Fortunately, due to the effect of the Maze Array, the demons had not yet discovered Yang Ling's trail for the time being.

  In the chaos, no one noticed that as Yang Ling finished his move, the green mist began to fade slowly. The Thunderbird and many demons were killing each other with great ferocity, their eyes glowing red, refusing to give up, seemingly having all forgotten their original intention of devouring the green mist.

  The Thunderbird attacked fiercely, while the Magic Beast Alliance won with a large number. In the frenzy, both sides were evenly matched, and it was hard to distinguish between them!

  The Thunderbird is powerful, but against the Wind Wolf's wind blade, the Golden Thread Snake's venom, and the Rakshasa Cloud Leopard's explosive fireball..., it can't gain any advantage for a while. On the other hand, some small guys who are not strong enough but clever, sneakily hide on the periphery and swallow a lot of green mist. As the green mist becomes thinner and thinner, they quietly leave.

  Two losses, mutual injury?

  Looking at the seriously injured Thunderbirds and Magic Beasts, Yang Ling's heart suddenly moved, thinking of the heavily wounded Unicorn that he had luckily tamed.