Wang Zheng was quietly waiting, but a portion of the concealed people had stealthily retreated.
It was clear that Wang Zheng had displayed top-class ability. First-rate Ability X, first-rate physical technique. Unless those hidden came to some agreement, whoever went up would die, or end up like Zhang Zhun. And they could not make deals unless enough of them held a grudge. Many turned elsewhere to seek their fortunes.
Wang Zheng did not ease up. He knew that the Aslan people would come, as well as Arbiter's Soulless battle team, and that Manalasuo guy. Of course, this was the best case scenario. Atlantis, and even others might come. That was why he had to prepare himself.
Wang Zheng quietly stoked his campfire, even while he circulated Primordial Regression Technique within his body.
