After distributing the spoils of war.
The three continued to meditate and practice, keeping themselves in the best possible condition at all times.
Jiang Zheng glanced at Liu Meng'Er, then at Ye Chen, gritted his teeth, and silently thought to himself: "Jiang Zheng, next time the Demon Race appears, you must kill a Primordial Wheel Realm one, you can't be a burden, you can't take advantage!"
Such a thing, where you gain without much effort... is torture for anyone with pride!
Time passed, and a day went by.
In the area where the three of them were, demons from the Demon Race appeared sporadically.
However, they were all scattered.
Moreover, every time they appeared, Ye Chen acted instantly and killed them in a second...
Liu Meng'Er would occasionally join the fight.
But Jiang Zheng... really didn't have any chance to make a move!
