"Thank you for saving us, my lord."
At the summit of a mountain, Di Tian and the other ferocious beasts knelt before a silver-haired figure.
"It was nothing, merely luck. If he had truly intended to act, all of you would have been left there. You were spared."
Not a trace of Emotional Fluctuations could be heard in the silver-haired figure's voice, as if she did not care in the slightest about what had just happened.
Recalling the events from moments ago, they realized she was right. The expressions of the ferocious beasts all darkened.
Tang Wulin had not exchanged many blows with them, but every time they clashed, he had held the absolute upper hand.
By the end of the battle, both Bear Lord and the Myriad Demon King had been left on the verge of death, while Di Tian had suffered injuries as well. If their lord had not saved them, they would all have died there.
Even now, Bear Lord and the Myriad Demon King had only just recovered enough to move freely under Bi Ji's full-force treatment. Fighting was absolutely out of the question. Any Titled Douluo who came along now could easily kill them.
That was difficult for them to accept.
Deep down, they had always carried a faint sense of pride. They believed that although humans had driven soul beasts to the brink of extinction, soul beasts were no weaker than humans when it came to Peak Combat Power. If soul beasts truly chose to fight to the death, humanity would have to pay a tremendous price as well.
Who could have imagined that a brat not even twenty years old would defeat all of them at once?
Did soul beasts truly have no hope of revival?
Di Tian asked in a deep voice,