Chapitre 887: The Divine Power of Misfortune (4)

Duanmu Zang's return accelerated the city's recovery, and gradually, the array was repaired and activated in a simplified manner.

As the protective barrier enveloped them, cheers rang out from more than 100,000 humans. Ling'er was equally excited.

To humans who lived in the abandoned mine and would become food of the other races at times, this was a long-lost sense of security.

Looking at all of this, Xu Qing, sitting on the city wall, felt a sense of blessing in his heart. Then, he gazed towards the distant horizon. He was about to leave.

"It's a pity that I still have no way to undo the curse for them."

As Xu Qing muttered inwardly, he looked to the side.

Duanmu Zang's blurry figure was revealed there. After it gradually became clear, he threw a flask of wine to Xu Qing and sat at the side. He looked at the crowd with a rueful expression.

"Xu Qing, thank you."

A long time later, he looked at Xu Qing and spoke softly.