"Is he okay?" Fang Heng asked with a worried expression.
"He's passed out. He's in a bad condition and needs to be treated with divine spells immediately," The team leader Marken made a quick decision, "Quick, we will return immediately and find the priest for treatment."
Well done!
Fang Heng revealed a smile as if his scheme had succeeded.
In the dark, a vague outline emerged from the shadows.
"Boring."
Although she said it was boring, Wu Siying had to admit that Fang Heng's move saved a lot of time and energy.
Fang Heng followed Marken's team all the way and met eight different types of Holy Court teams. The risk was great if he was reckless.
So now, with the protection of the team, Fang Heng went straight to the center of the Land of Origin.
Very soon, Fang Heng arrived at the central area of the Land of Origin.
The scene in front of him made Fang Heng's heart sink.
