John spent a considerable amount of time regaining his optimal condition.
As he opened his eyes, he could feel the auras outside growing closer and closer.
A smile involuntarily tugged at the corners of his mouth.
To be honest, he was genuinely curious about the banner these people were rallying under.
Did they really have no fear of death? Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn't do something so reckless.
Alex, hailed as the Godson, possessed unmatched strength.
If John were to defeat these people, it would only prove his own strength was above theirs.
Yet, the guards were still eager to join the fray.
Were their brains addled?
With this thought, John let out a cold laugh and slowly stood up, his gaze fixed on the direction of the entrance.
The people outside seemed to sense the commotion within, and their tension grew palpable.
John then turned his attention to Victor, who was still lying on the ground.
