The three of them turned to look and saw Li Tongtian leading a group of Li Family proteges towards them. Li Tongtian had a cold smirk on his face, clearly in a good mood, and behind him, the proteges of the Li Family also had rosy cheeks, evidently in high spirits.
This scene made the three of them frown a bit. The royal family and the disciples of the Purple Mist Sect had gone through life and death, with many dead or injured, hardly anyone remained unscathed.
But looking at these people from the Li Family, not a single hair on their heads was missing. It was a stark contrast.
"Oh, it seems like you all have been through a tough battle." Li Tongtian said with a smile, his gaze moved from the human-faced eight-armed monkey, which was still barely clinging to life, and then to the battered trio of Fang Lin, his tone dripping with sarcasm.