The battle finally ended.
Many magic spiders were killed or wounded, and the remaining ones fled northward. Avidan Hartman led his people in pursuit for a long distance.
These magic spiders truly had formidable combat power. Even after being defeated and pursued by so many strong warriors, they managed to break through the siege and disappear underground without a trace.
Avidan Hartman returned, looking at the Immortal Gathering Island station turned into ruins, his face solemn.
"Count the dead and injured!"
Soon, the tally results came out. Looking at the statistics in the report, Avidan Hartman's eyes were filled with obvious heartache.
What a significant loss!
Although many were not disciples of Immortal Gathering Island but adventurers stationed here under contract, as long as they stayed here, what difference did it make with the disciples of Immortal Gathering Island?
The Gathering Immortals Assembly that happens once every five hundred years was in vain!
