Because they ran too fast, the elite warriors of the Wind Tribe, who unwittingly amplified the trap's power tenfold, finally left.
No one stopped them.
Hou Xi watched from a distance with a complex expression.
Attacking the merchant convoy must have angered the ancestral spirits...
Whether witch or Body Refinement practitioners, almost everyone thought so.
Only the old witch's penetrating eyes were a different kind of scenery.
The life-and-death battle turned out to be nothing but a false alarm.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The anxious few sprinted to catch up with the little ones who ran away.
A small group of witches followed Feng Shi and his people from afar, wanting to see if they had really left.
The rest mostly stood dazed, occasionally recalling the scene of the Wind Tribe people falling down in various bold and brave poses.
The old witch opened his mouth several times, seeming like he wanted to say something.
