Just now, this group of guys were looking like they were going to fight.

How come in the blink of an eye, I'm in tears again?

"Ming Wang! You! Are back!"

Suddenly, the old man came to Chen Xuan, dropped the cane in his hand, and knelt on the ground.

He was kneeling on one foot because the other foot was necrotic and he couldn't move at all.

"Well……"

Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment.

"King Ming, this is General Zhetian, one of the three surviving Quasi-God Kings under your command!"

The leopard demon quickly explained.

Before, the leopard demon had told Chen Xuan that among the thirty-six quasi-god king generals under King Ming, only three were still alive.

Among them, one was hit by a death curse and is now lying in a coffin, unable to wake up.

One, his cultivation has been destroyed, but he is still alive.

Another one is already disabled.

It seems that this General Zhetian is the disabled quasi-god-king.

His injuries were serious, and he was injured by the God-King, otherwise he would not have remained in this disabled state.

Moreover, judging from his frail condition, his injuries should have been worsening, but they can still be suppressed now.

When the day comes when he can no longer suppress it, his injuries will erupt and his life will come to an end.

"Zhetian? You are Zhetian! How did you become so old?"

Chen Xuan spoke with a look of shock and a look of deep pain.

On the side, the Sea Lord couldn't help but secretly despise, "Do you know him? He called me so intimately, his acting skills are too poor."