Beast God Mountain.
Jiang Yuan and his companion appeared by Pan Hua's side.
"Brother Jiang, you arrived at the right time indeed!"
Pan Hua said with an undertone of admiration.
Jiang Yuan grinned, "How could I deceive Brother Pan?"
His gaze then swept all around.
He scanned the distance once again, glancing at the Demon Tribe of the Southern Ridges on the opposite hillside.
The humans and demons each occupied a hilltop here.
Neither side had many members.
On Pan Hua's side, there were only about a dozen people, all of whom were at least at the fifth level of the Divine Bridge Realm.
From Jiang Yuan's point of view, most of these people were likely independent cultivators or from small powers.
The so-called Phoenix Blood Herb was ultimately only a thing of record.
From ancient times to the present, as far as Jiang Yuan knew, it had been over a million years.
