By the time Ye Lin reached the battlefield, the scene was already too horrific to look at.
The Human Race was retreating step by step. The Demon Beasts charged recklessly, and the Human Race's forces didn't even have the strength to hold them back.
The Demon Beasts had also dwindled noticeably in number, but there were still far too many to underestimate.
"Damn it. Abandon the third defensive line. Retreat!"
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang immediately gave the order.
He had never expected them to hold out. With such an enormous disparity in numbers, if they could actually slay every Demon Beast, the Human Race wouldn't have been oppressed by the Demon Race for millions of years.
At Jian Wushuang's command, the other cultivators felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted. They immediately began to flee.
They had been holding out desperately for the sake of hearing those words from Jian Wushuang.
Large numbers of cultivators began leaving the battlefield, while some returned to the camp, dragging away the unconscious alchemists as they hurried to retreat.
After all, alchemists were even rarer than cultivators. They were treasures. In the cultivation world, alchemists were as rare as giant pandas; losing even one was a tremendous blow.
Besides, even Mahayana half-immortals had to curry favor with high-ranking alchemists.
As the Human Race began to retreat, Ye Lin followed along with the fleeing crowd.
With the Demon Beasts so numerous, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could hold back a million of them by himself.
With no one from the Human Race blocking their way, the Demon Beasts surged forward as if Heaven itself were helping them. One after another, they charged like mad.
They knew that once the third defensive line fell, the Human Race would have no worthy force