Richard looked at the large pieces of broken armor and the unhealed wounds on her body. The scene wounded his heart.
He reached out to help the young lady. He gently tucked her long hair behind her ear and said, "I'm here, Xina. You'll be alright. Don't cry."
The gentle voice made the young lady's emotions collapse. Tears incessantly poured out of the corners of her eyes, and she could not stop them.
This fearless warrior who could independently fight against transcendents appeared like a child at this moment.
Finally, she let go of herself and threw herself into Richard's arms. She sobbed.
"They're all dead, my lord. Our tribe people are all dead. Only us were left."
One to two hundred soul-crushing people of the Krina Tribe remained.
Her former playmates and close friends now had become cold corpses.
The giant worms even trampled some of the corpses to pieces.
Less than one in a hundred survived.