When Jiang Che and Fang Yuan emerged, the aerial battle had already neared its end.
The prolonged fierce fighting had left most of the human and demon factions' strong individuals with varying degrees of injuries, which greatly reduced the intensity of the battle.
"We need to move quickly!"
Upon seeing this situation, Jiang Che and Fang Yuan, naturally unwilling to delay, sneaked out from the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts before the fighting ceased and swiftly headed back toward Tiger King Ridge.
Boom!
Xuan Xu, struck by a mass of black flame, stabilized himself as he flew backward, his face slightly pale as he solemnly regarded the heavy losses on his side.
Though individually, they were not weaker than Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, it had far more people. So far, the human faction's losses were actually greater than those of Ten Thousand Beasts Hall.
If this battle continued, those still alive on their side would likely all perish here.
