Swish!
A sword beam flashed, and an asura in the air shed green blood. There was a shocking wound on his wings. In an instant, the wings flickered and disappeared with the asura.
The other asuras flapped their wings and flew into the distance.
Zhou Shu stood with his sword and didn't pursue.
Seeing the asuras fly away, all the giant spirits, who had just fought the asuras, heaved a sigh of relief and sat weakly on the ground.
Although the battle just now hadn't been too long, the giant spirit race had suffered heavy casualties. Everyone who participated in the battle was injured.
Uncle Bai was seriously injured and had already fallen to the ground, unable to get up.
A group of old, weak, women, and children of the giant spirit race ran out from the stronghold behind them. They skillfully bandaged the wounds of the giant spirit warriors, and some of them carried the heavily injured ones on stretchers back to the stronghold.