Ye Fan comforted him, "Focus on recovering. Don't let this setback crush you. Black Fog, I need you, and the Heavenly King Hall needs you."
"Mhm!" Black Fog replied with a firm nod.
Ye Fan ordered his men to clean up the battlefield. He knew their victory was entirely thanks to the beast tide; without the horde's assault, the Heavenly King Hall would have been utterly defeated. The beasts had already dispersed, leaving with the people from the Iceberg Tribe. Ye Fan didn't ask them to stay, as there was too much to handle in the aftermath.
With the multi-faction coalition having finally destroyed the Divine Dragon, an immense sense of relief washed over Ye Fan. His so-called enemies had finally received their just deserts.
Just then, he saw a figure standing on the mountain and hurried over. The members of the Heavenly King Hall had no idea what he was doing, but they never questioned the actions of their leader.
Ye Fan was in bad shape, his injuries severe.
