Seeing the miraculous effect after drinking tea, he couldn't help but stare blankly at the tea cup in his hand. How long had it been since he felt this relaxed?
While he was lost in thought, Liang Sheng didn't bother with him and just sipped his tea leisurely, appearing like an immortal.
At this moment, on the Southwestern Battlefield, the Demonic Tribe War God's intervention put them at a great advantage, and the Human Race Armies were on the brink of collapse.
If "Zhou Shen" really had no other means, he could only face one way: death. Seeing this situation, Liang Sheng's gaze was profound.
"Zhou Shen, I have given you a chance now. Don't miss it. Otherwise, your death will be meaningless."
At this time, the Martial God had fully absorbed this cup of tea and couldn't help but close his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He had forgotten how long it had been since he had felt this kind of vitality.
