"Brother Zhao, are you alright?" Ye Chen saw blood oozing from the corner of Zhao Jun's mouth and couldn't help but ask.
Earlier, if he hadn't arrived in time, Zhao Jun might have been in a very bad situation.
After all, the strength of that Ice Demon Race had already surpassed the threshold of the Golden Core Realm, and Zhao Jun simply couldn't withstand it.
"I'm fine, this injury will recover soon." Zhao Jun waved his hand and said.
He was just shaken, causing internal injuries and a few broken bones, but there was no risk to his life—he just needed to take one Healing Treasure Pill to recover.
"That's good. Guo Xi, I'll leave the other demons here to you guys to handle. Remember, not a single one should escape." Ye Chen said to the chubby guy, a terrifying glint bursting from his eyes.
With his strength, wiping out all demons here would be as easy as pie.
However, he chose not to do so and left some of the demons for the other Inner Hall Disciples.
