Even the fiercest of tigers and leopards, once they lose the protection of their pack and end up alone, are left to the mercy of others to be slaughtered. Not to mention, the monsters themselves knew the gap between them and the cultivators. Now, they didn't find it surprising to be defeated by the human race; instead, it stirred the fear deep within their memories, and they recalled how they originally thrived in the Central Plains, wondering how they ended up being driven to the remote gullies outside the barren sea.
Thus, what started as a grand war between human and monster tribes, after a week of standoff and an hour of slaughter, devolved into a massive hunting operation. The monsters clearly had the advantage in numbers, even in combat strength, yet they dared not tangle with the human race. Instead, they desperately fled beyond the Thunder Marshes, not daring to seek any opportunities, only wishing to escape with their lives.
