After everything was over, the vines slowly retracted, leaving only more than fifty pale skeletons on the ground, with all the flesh and blood vanished.
"Thank the Vine God for destroying the enemies!"
Jiang Xuan sincerely thanked the Ancient Vine.
Had it not been for the Ancient Vine's intervention, it would have been the people of the Vine Tribe lying on the ground now.
"Thank the Vine God."
The others also bowed to the Ancient Vine.
Those Wanderers witnessed the miracle performed by the Ancient Vine and developed a fervent belief in it, which enhanced their sense of belonging to the Vine Tribe.
Above the Ancient Vine, green light flickered and gradually receded, returning to its usual state, with only the green leaves rustling in the breeze.
In the sunlight, a giant dragonfly nonchalantly clung to one of the Ancient Vine's tendrils, wings folded, resting beneath the green leaves.
After a long time, everyone stood up.
