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"It's no longer working..."
Li Yingfu stood beside the old man whose body was like dry bones, covered with bloodstains, his consciousness already blurred.
Looking at Wang Ba, he subtly shook his head slightly.
Wang Ba looked at the disfigured old man before him, his heart sinking a bit.
It was both worry and full of confusion.
"Wang Xu... How could he be here?"
He had just noticed some activity and went out to check.
At first, he thought it was just someone from the primitive Demonic Sect obstructing a True Martial Cultivator.
However, the moment he saw the old man, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
After a careful recognition, he immediately identified the person's identity.
It was none other than Wang Xu, the refugee who was supposed to have died in the battle at Juhai City decades ago.
After the battle for the capital of West Sea Country, he returned to the capital and even conducted a search.
But he couldn't find any survivors.