Accompanied by the end of the battle, Zhang Yu carrying Ying Mingchi was enveloped in layers of divine light, leading him back to the waiting area.
"Finally won."
Zhang Yu glanced at the half-remaining Ying Mingchi, secretly sighing at the opponent's powerful physique, truly the strongest opponent he had encountered.
"Compared to humans, the upper limit of this demon descendant's physique is indeed stronger, almost allowing him to escape."
"But... why is this guy becoming more fragrant."
Smelling the aroma of roasted dragon meat from the opponent's body, Zhang Yu felt his stomach starting to stir, his mouth watering more intensely.
Zhang Yu wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and in the next moment, landed in the waiting area along with Ying Mingchi.
Seeing Zhang Yu return from battle, Jiutian Liu's gaze became very complex.
