Xiaojiu stood in the Formation Eye, silently watching Ye Chuqi, his fierce gaze looking as though he would pounce the next moment to carry out a frenzied tearing attack. He had also barely managed to snap back to reality, after all, since he had experienced the terror of being submerged by Bone-Rot Soldier Ants for a much longer time—even though they had no chance to get close to him and could not harm him, that feeling was beyond expression with his meager vocabulary.
Until Ye Chuqi finished clearing out the last batch of Bone-Rot Soldier Ants wrapping around Xiaojiu, the entire battle finally ended, and the people remaining inside the Demon-Trapping Formation all wore the expressions of souls whose spirits had left their bodies.
Ye Chuqi could not help laughing, tossing away the tree branch in her hand whose number of replacements she had long lost count of. "All of you can move now; the danger is temporarily lifted."
Yes, temporarily lifted.
This patch of land was filled with the scent of Bone-Rot Soldier Ants, and nobody knew how long it would take for this ground to metabolize their blood after death, but one thing was certain: as long as this scent remained, any Demon Beast with a bit of sense would not approach this place. However, similarly, if there were any other Bone-Rot Soldier Ants still existing, they would be drawn by the scent here and rush over frantically once again.
"Our bodies are covered in the scent of Bone-Rot Soldier Ants. For safety's sake, we had better find a water source to clean ourselves up properly."
Not only did they need to wash, but it was best to also use Herb to mask the smell; after all, apart from Xiaojiu, whose body was a bit cleaner, almost all