After man Hu finished crying, he turned around to help the injured demon hunters, his lips tightly pursed.
Men don't shed tears easily. Now that he had cried, the pent-up anger in man Hu's heart had dissipated a lot.
With the arrival of this catastrophe, many demon hunters had become indifferent to life and death, but they also understood the value of living.
Compared to the Demon Hunters who had lost their limbs or even died in battle, man Hu and the others were undoubtedly lucky. At least, they could hold on until the moment of hope.
At this moment, the battle had completely ended.
Under the pursuit of a group of cultivators, the fleeing demons were destined to be unable to escape. It didn't take long for the wilderness to be filled with demon corpses.
As for the demon Lord's body, it was also dragged back by the cultivators of the loucheng sect. His body was covered with knife marks, and he looked like he had died with his eyes open.
