To be able to save someone from the brink of death and return them to their peak condition
was inevitably a task that required a tremendous amount of effort.
But every price paid was worth it.
Casio needed someone to protect his path at the most critical moments.
Swoosh, a silhouette descended from high altitude, entering the headquarters of the Golem Sect.
Just then, outside the headquarters, on a straight and broad highway, a black convoy quickly approached like a long dragon.
That was the team coming from the port of East Sea City, driving towards the Golem Sect.
Tap, a black leather boot stepped onto the solid ground. A towering and robust figure with dazzling blond hair stood like a lion king, bathed in the brilliant sunlight. Behind him, a brand new cape tumbled in the airflow.
The Holy Lion Ximu, he had crossed the ocean from the Yana United States to return home.
