A few minutes later, Wang Wu had to admit it.
The three of them, tiny deserters as they were, truly amounted to less than a drop in the ocean compared to the entire battlefield.
Neither side could be bothered with them.
Their allies did not come happily to welcome them.
Nor did the enemy spare a streak of sword light to hunt them down.
They simply were not worth the trouble.
After all, Human cultivators capable of controlling sword weapons across three hundred li to attack had to be at least Earth Realm Fourth Rank or Fifth Rank. At this moment, they were locked in fierce battle with the great demons on Black Mountain. Why would they have any interest in taking time out to kill a few minor demons?
Would that not be beneath them?
What, did they think their opponents were not strong enough?
And those Human cultivators interested in killing motley little demons like them could not reach this far.
In short, before ten minutes had passed, Old Ox, drenched in sweat from head to hoof, successfully charged to the foot of Black Mountain and reached their own side's position.
Only then did it collapse to the ground with a thud, its legs having gone limp from running.
Even Old Ox, whose strength lay in its stamina, truly could not endure such a frantic burst of speed.
Especially while carrying nearly five hundred kilograms.
Only then did dozens of demons come rushing down from Black Mountain. They surrounded the group, bound each of them without a word, hauled them up the mountain, and tossed them into the main camp.
Then, a burly giant of a "man" with the back of a tiger and waist of a bear whirled over like a cyclone. With one hand, it lifted