With the retreat of the three Demon Kings, the Demon Tide beyond the pass also collapsed outright, scattering in defeat, but most were left behind to be killed by the chaotic blades and swords.
Many Grandmasters returned to the camp, and successively paid homage to Lu Chunsheng and Li Muxiu, then they all gathered in front of Li Hao.
They were all covered in blood, some severely wounded, arms severed, some legs torn and bandaged, and others with an eyeball or half a cheek ripped off by the Demons, their flesh and skin mangled, but all had applied medicinal powder to their wounds.
If Lu Chunsheng hadn't arrived in time, most of them would have been annihilated.
"We've won!"
Someone said, and immediately, the rest perked up a bit.
Compared with them, the number of Demons that died here was even greater.
But among the dead were also many passionate warriors from all over the great states, who had gone to their eternal rest.
Li Hao didn't speak, he just bowed deeply to them.
