Gonggong and the collective Ancestor Witches breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Di Jun and Taiyi return, yet they quietly lamented, fearing these two might crazily decide to keep them here. Thus, they loudly ordered: "Boys, mission complete, withdraw!"
"Boom!" Dust billowed, the remaining four hundred thousand tribesmen of the Witch Tribe, closely followed the four Ancestor Witches and swiftly descended from the Heavenly Court.
Di Jun ignored the Witch Tribe, but instead knelt beside Xi He with a sorrowful face, tears streaming down as he held Xi He's hand, softly murmuring: "Xi'er, Xi'er..."
At this time, Xi He was lying on the ground with a small hole the size of a thumb in her chest, her blood steadily flowing, evidently her life was waning.
