The racial catastrophe had led to very few stone guardians left alive in the plaza.
It was not until now that the sin flame in the eyes of the stone guardians finally vanished. Facing the corpses of their own kind scattered throughout the plaza, these stone guardians, whose minds had slowly sobered up, suddenly realized the terrible consequences of this struggle.
When Mo Ye appeared in the plaza again, the few remaining stone guardians showed fear and panic, hastily fleeing to the distance.
It was difficult to imagine that the once challenging-to-defeat stone guardians had become like homeless dogs, running away in fear.
"Did you all resolve these?" Ye Wansheng's jaw dropped wide as he stared at Chu Mu in disbelief.
Chu Mu just nodded, not caring much, and asked Ye Wansheng, "What poison did Qingzi get, and how did it become like this?"
