The common people still held a glimmer of hope.
They hoped that one day, the War God King could return as a king.
The people of the Western Alliance were still searching everywhere for the War God King.
Either find him alive, or see him dead!
Meanwhile, on a remote island in Beihai.
Xiao Chen's entire body was wrapped in bandages, resembling a giant rice dumpling.
This time, he was truly seriously injured.
Being surrounded and attacked by so many experts, it was impossible not to be injured.
He had been enduring it, thanks to an ancient medical pill that allowed him to hold out until he reached the island.
Of course, the news of his severe injury and coma was also spread by him.
The purpose was consistent with the initial plan, to make those filthy rats in the gutters reveal themselves.
Let them think that the threat was gone.
Only then could they be completely annihilated.
The War God King is a banner; he cannot die; he can only be injured.
