Carrying shame and pain, Granny Tree retreated with her roots severed.
She had realized that her ghostly tricks were no match for Wang Chen, and despite her unwillingness, she could only curl back into her thick shell, bracing herself for a last stand.
All the Wandering Night Spirits and Wood Puppets that besieged Wang Chen were annihilated, with only a few Lantern Carrying Puppets escaping into the chaotic graves and withered mounds.
They didn't dare to show their heads again.
All of them were scared off by Wang Chen.
The deepest part of the Chaotic Burial Mound suddenly became eerily quiet.
The cold moonlight fell on Wang Chen, as if draping him in a layer of gossamer.
The fierce battle had just ended.
Wang Chen wasn't the least bit fatigued.
The pure spiritual energy from the Heaven-Ensnaring Punisher Net was rapidly converting into mana, replenishing his Dantian.
His condition quickly returned to its peak level.
What a marvelous treasure!
