Under the sunset, Ye Fan's figure was like a golden body War God, basking in the last rays of the sunset as he walked towards Chi Yue Ridge.
"Ye Fan is here!"
At this moment, the camp of the Human cultivators erupted in cheers!
Ye Fan has arrived, not disappointing everyone's expectations!
A peculiar emotion surged in the hearts of the Human cultivators, almost making them howl at the sky to express the stirring emotions within.
Ye Fan's figure was like a stabilizer, calming everyone's emotions, except for those who betrayed their race, whose faces turned exceptionally hideous.
Despite being part of the Human Race, they had become slaves and henchmen of the Demon Clan, which was not a glorious thing to begin with. If Ye Fan lost, their faces would be ashamed, and if he won, they'd be even more embarrassed, stuck in the middle, they couldn't cheer, nor could they remain silent.
