Yao Ji's eyes flickered, and he suddenly let out a sharp cry.
The demonic beast army attacking the Huaxia Pavilion's Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament branch suddenly retreated.
Just as the demonic beast army was about to attack the camp, they suddenly retreated.
Although they didn't know what was going on, Mei Wushang and the others were relieved.
"Damn!" Yao Buqi looked at the sword pressed against his neck. He wanted to curse, but he didn't dare. These bastards, when we were in the Demon Realm, they all acted like they were my boss. Why aren't they killing these people now?
"Mei Wushang!" Yin Wuyou shouted.
"Yes!" Mei Wushang responded.
"Take a headcount!"
"Yes!" Mei Wushang roared.
After a moment, he raised his voice and said, "Your Highness, in this battle, fourteen people on our side died. Sixty-eight people are still alive, eight seriously are injured, and the rest are all slightly injured."