Wu Xia hurriedly rubbed his eyes, fearing that he had seen wrong.
But the person lying on the sickbed was indeed a woman.
Her face was like the bright moon in the sky, exquisitely beautiful, with skin clear and luminous as a gem.
Although her eyes were closed, it did not affect the majestic and noble aura she exuded.
Especially the suffocating Evil Qi emanating from her, Wu Xia was absolutely certain that this person was Xiao War God.
Without having undergone the baptism of blood and fire, and having struggled from the heaps of dead, one could not possess such intense Evil Qi.
"Mr. Wu, this is our First War God, Xiao Nihuang!"
Boom!
Wu Xia's head buzzed.
Although he had guessed it, being affirmed by Long Zhantian still shocked him somewhat.
"Mr. Wu, I know you have many questions," Long Zhantian continued, "but now is not the time to explain. Please help us check on Xiao War God's condition."
