Everyone flew over and landed. Their eyes filled with shock as they surveyed the devastated battlefield and the completely unscathed East Sea group ahead.
"Were you the ones fighting the Demon Race just now?" Meng Yuheng asked.
"Yes." Yue Wen nodded, then turned to Meng Youjun. "Didn't I tell you to warn everyone to hide somewhere safe? Why did you all come charging over in groups instead?"
"When everyone heard there were powerful demons and that you'd gone after them, they refused to hide. They were eager to come help instead," Meng Youjun said. "I felt the same way. After all, I can put up a fight too, so we followed the direction you'd gone. I never expected... we wouldn't make it in time."
"The demon that fled found another demon and tried to fight back together," Yue Wen explained briefly. "We fought them and were lucky enough to win."
Lucky?
Although they had still been far away on their way here, everyone had seen the towering goddess of war suddenly appear beyond the massive mountains, along with a greatsword that shot straight into the sky.
Who wouldn't have been frightened by that terrifying might?
For a moment, they had all thought they were seeing an immortal, just one who looked a little like Zhao Xing'er.
Even without witnessing that scene, the collapsed mountains before them and the still-surging turbulence of true qi made it easy to imagine how intense the battle had been.
What part of that was luck?
Meng Youjun said, "I fought one of those demons with my perfected divine body and was nearly crushed. If Brother Yue hadn't arrived, I would never have been its match. Yet Brother Yue actually killed three demons like that?"
Hearing this, the shock in everyone's eyes deepened.
Demons comparable to