The plan itself was sound, but the heavens seemed to be playing a joke on them. Not long after they had entered the Chaotic Sea Region, they ran into a group of defeated Demon Race forces in retreat.
After all, although the Human Race's battle situation was unfavorable, unfavorable was all it was; they were not utterly without the strength to strike back. Now and then, they could still seize a few victories.
As the saying went, when enemies met, their eyes blazed all the redder. When this group of immortal cultivators from Cloud Crane Sect encountered the Demon Race, how could either side possibly exchange polite courtesies? They did not even bother with the usual opening remarks before directly breaking into battle.
Once he understood the whole story, Lin Xuan turned his head back again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began paying attention to the battle before him.
Needless to say, it was fierce. This was a struggle where one side lived and the other died, and both sides were striking to kill. However, the situation had fallen into a stalemate; the two sides locked in bitter combat were roughly equal in strength.
If they kept fighting like this, it would likely be difficult to determine victory or defeat. Even if one side ultimately won, it would be no more than killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own.
The several Lihe Realm existences leading Cloud Crane Sect and the Demon Race could not possibly fail to understand this reasoning. But now that matters had developed to this point, it was no longer something they could stop just because they wanted to. To put it simply, both sides had already fought until their eyes were red; unless one side was beaten into a crushing, ruinous defeat,