Death Wing Draco spread its black wings wide, and the figure had completely vanished.
At this moment, this demon tribe army, after failing to completely defeat the Hominini with three charges, had lost all hope.
In the next half-day, this army was completely annihilated by Ethan Smith and his team.
"See if there's anything worth looting on these half-beastmen."
Ethan Smith shouted loudly, scanning the countless corpses on the ground with his divine sense.
Apart from having slightly better weapons, the ground was completely bare, apparently without anything of value.
After a while, messages came from those cleaning the battlefield.
"Ethan, these half-beastmen have nothing on them, except muscle, it seems there's no other use for them."
Willa from Demon-slaying Peak said with a bitter smile, tossing a piece of meat towards Ethan.
"Why not marinate this, and sell it as a specialty back in the Holy Region?"
