At this moment, the battle in the village had largely concluded. In the brightly lit village, the guards of the Ghost Race were intently staring into the pitch-black jungle, vigilant against another enemy attack.
Meanwhile, the villagers of the Ghost Race who had just participated in the fight were now clearing the battlefield. Although they bravely resisted, there were still casualties. Cries of grief could be heard at the scene, presumably from families who lost loved ones in the attack.
Soon, the three saw Miss Zisu hurriedly moving around the village accompanied by several guards of the Ghost Race. Upon seeing from afar that the trio was unharmed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and then walked towards them.
"Miss Zisu, sorry to have worried you." Seeing Zisu approach, Cheng Ziang apologized before she could even speak.
