Such a person, when he is surrounded by friends and family, truly has nothing to worry about.
Above the Royal City, the battle had reached a fever pitch.
One immortal god after another fell; in a short time, several had already died.
Everyone was fighting with bloodshot eyes, fiercely glaring at each other like they wanted to bite a piece off their opponent.
They were evenly matched, both suffering losses.
Qin Hao slowly stood up; this was a transformation, but it was almost like his true form, boasting terrifying recovery abilities.
In such a short time, he had already healed some of his injuries, gaining some combat power.
Man Chou, with sharp eyes, saw Qin Hao's state and immediately shouted, "Qin Hao, help me kill them."
"Why should I?"
Qin Hao sneered; the other had deceived him and still wanted his help—wasn't that wishful thinking?
"Look at who this is?"
Man Chou sneered, stretched out his hand in a virtual grasp, and two people appeared in front of him.
