When the battle ended, every plant within ten miles had been snapped or burned, the ground was riddled with craters, and fires raged everywhere. Only the Death Cemetery remained unscathed, protected by its barrier.
After resting where he was for a while, Han Shuo rose to his feet. Both External Incarnations returned to his main body, and he returned to the Death Cemetery.
The three women were all inside the Death Cemetery, their faces filled with worry. As soon as they saw Han Shuo enter, they rushed over, clamoring with questions. "How are you? Are you all right? Were you hurt?"
The three women had felt the terrifying commotion outside the Death Cemetery just now. For a moment, they had felt as though the end of the world had come, and each had panicked, afraid something would happen to Han Shuo.
As Han Shuo walked into the Death Cemetery, his clothes were in tatters and his face was covered with dust from the battle. He looked exhausted, having clearly been through a bitter fight, which made the three women even more nervous.
Seeing their panic, Han Shuo broke into a smile and said gently, "Don't worry. Everything's fine."
"Brian, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have come looking for you. If I hadn't come, your enemy surely wouldn't have known where you were, would he?" Hearing this, Emily hurriedly blamed herself.
"It has nothing to do with you. This was all because of me. If I hadn't been so anxious to find him, you certainly wouldn't have come looking for him." Phoebe rushed to take the blame, her heart filled with regret.
Seeing both women reproaching themselves, Han Shuo said, "All right, all right. I'm fine, aren't I?"
"Brian, who were you fighting just now? Is there still anyone on