The battle was completely one-sided.
Of the tens of thousands of Demon Race soldiers, more than half had been lost. Even the Rook Race Stealth Users had failed to pose any threat to the caravan.
Yet the surviving demons did not leave. Instead, they chose to pull back.
They retreated beyond the range of the magic arrows.
And the caravan did not act rashly either.
The demons had been reduced to battered remnants, while the caravan still had over two thousand people. At the very least, holding them off would not be a problem.
Besides, the demons were not stupid.
They had arrived in overwhelming force only to suffer grievous losses, while their opponents remained completely unharmed. The blow to morale was undoubtedly severe.
After all, demons were living beings too. They could be afraid.
But at that moment, the caravan suddenly made its move, slowly pressing toward the remaining demons.
What was surprising, however, was that the remaining demon army retreated at the same pace.
"We probably don't need to help anymore, right?"
Li Xin spoke softly.
Yet Ye Tian's expression turned exceptionally grave.
"No. On the contrary, this caravan is most likely beyond saving!"
"What do you mean?!"
His companions clearly did not understand what Ye Tian meant.
Ye Tian shook his head without explaining.
"You'll know if you keep watching."
At that moment, the scene before him gradually overlapped with the memories in Ye Tian's mind.
A caravan capable of equipping so many magic arrows and spending so lavishly could not possibly be a small Fringe Merchant group. It had to be one of the top Fringe Merchant groups.
Combined with the Demon Race mobilizing such a large army and the crescent moon emblem in the sky earlier—
Putting it all together, the answer was already obvious.