The battle had lasted over an hour.
The number of Ghost Race had also decreased significantly from the beginning. Although new Ghost Race martial artists still appeared, the frequency was no longer as fast, finally giving the disciples of Human Race a chance to catch their breath.
Some of the Ghost Race even no longer wanted to fight with Human Race and instead rushed toward the city gate.
After all, they wanted to escape this sealed world.
They wanted to rush into the outside world.
But how could the Human Race disciples give them that chance?
The mission of the Human Race disciples in this Ghostly Realm was to guard the entrance, not letting them escape. So they guarded every street, and any Ghost Race who tried to break out was slaughtered by the Human Race disciples.
The streets were already littered with corpses, and the stench of blood was especially strong.
