White smoke and blood rose from the pile of rotten flesh and broken armor.

"Um?"

The noise here attracted the attention of others, and a figure appeared next to Jiang Du.

Looking at Jiang Du's state, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

This piece of meat is still alive?

Figures gathered around him one by one. Judging from his aura, they didn't recognize this person.

"Is it the newly elected Jiang Du?"

Someone said.

"seems like it…"

“Holy guy, this guy’s been in the storm?

Not dead yet?"

The people around were extremely shocked. They knew the intensity of the storm clearly.

That violent wind is equivalent to countless 100,000 true masters. They are constantly brushing up their skills. Even those at the peak of the true self realm can hold on.

"Save him, we will be comrades-in-arms from now on."

Someone said.

"Old Guang, give him some milk!"

Milky white light fell from the sky and fell on this beach of meat.

The flesh and blood trembled slightly, a vague figure began to slowly unfold, and Jiang Du's consciousness slowly began to gather.

People from the real Holy City are willing to rescue him, which is pretty good news.

In fact, all of this was part of Jiang Du's plan, but his plan was that the people in the real Holy City were unwilling to save him.

Slowly opening his eyes, Jiang Du looked at the group of people. The milky white light was extremely warm and was constantly stretching his willpower.

"Thank you!"
Chapter completed!