Alex fell silent after hearing Fritz's words. He stood there quietly with unfocused eyes, as if his thoughts had drifted far away. What Fritz had said was not light at all. A promise made to a dying True Immortal was heavier than mountains, especially when it involved the Celestial Race.
Because the Celestial Race is loved by the Universe itself. Any promise made to a member of the Celestial Race is equal to making a promise to the Universe's Will itself.
After thinking for a while, Alex already had a clear answer in his heart. The treasure Fritz mentioned could only be one thing: the Liquid of Death. It was a treasure of the same level as the Stone of Tomorrow, the Heavenly Spirit Stone, and the Stone of Immortality. Among all the treasures on Fritz's body, this was the only one Alex had failed to replicate. That alone proved how extraordinary it was.
Moreover, Alex clearly noted the word "battlefield".
