Time swiftly moved from noon to the sunset dusk.
At this point, it wasn't suitable to continue battling with the Miner Ghosts.
So the disciples of the Zhou Family began to withdraw in an orderly manner, and the Array surrounding the Spirit Land rose up, trapping all the Miner Ghosts chasing behind.
The disciples who had been engaging in magical duels for the entire afternoon leaned weakly on the ground, gasping heavily, lacking the elegance expected of a cultivator.
They clearly appeared to be very exhausted.
Which was quite understandable.
In fact, they had never really experienced such a life-threatening magical duel before, and some of them were even seriously injured.
The fact that no cultivator died already demonstrated their strength.
When the cocoon beside Li Ye cracked open, as he stepped out, what he saw was a scene akin to post-war devastation.
