They came fast, hit swiftly and ferociously, using the element of surprise to their advantage.
The remaining spirit of the enemies was the ox. Right now it was apparent what the group wanted to do. If they wanted to kill that ox, it was an easy task.
The ox already lost two arms and a big part of its trunk. Yet the group of spirits wanted to capture it alive for further interrogation.
William and the golden spirit watched while the battle was about to end, and yet it lasted for a few hours. It wasn't that easy to capture an entrapped beast like that ox spirit. And in the end they managed to secure it, tied it up with tons of chains, before walking away.
"Phew," the moment they went away, the golden spirit finally heaved a loud sigh of relief.
