He finished speaking, then turned toward the arm and the huge ax that had fallen to the ground. He spoke gravely, "Pack up, we need to leave quickly. The battle we just had was not small, if another Golden Core Demon Cultivator comes, we'll all be done for today."
"Don't jinx us!"
Qiao Zhaoxian's face changed, he deeply agreed and no longer talked about slaying Golden Core cultivators.
Winning against a stronger opponent is honestly not something a person could do.
He was leading the charge this time and was the most wounded. If he was to battle the Bull-headed General alone, he would certainly die quickly.
The three of them quickly cleaned up the battlefield.
There was not much to clean up.
Just a giant hoof that was about a foot long.
A horn about half a foot long.
A demon soldier's huge axe.
A set of partially destroyed armor.
