One Year!

The 800,000 soldiers and martial artists on the front line heaved a long sigh of relief seeing the Dragoncroc Emperor leave.

The Dragoncroc Emperor gave them too much pressure, much greater than when they were facing the beast tide.

It was as if he was about to suffocate at any moment. His body was instinctively afraid and he could not feel fighting spirit and courage at all. It was really uncomfortable.

In the sky, Martial God Wang Xu looked at Chu Zhou and introduced himself.

"Chu Zhou, I'm sure you know my name from the Dragoncroc Emperor just now. My name is Wang Xu. Like you, I'm from the Battleaxe Martial arts school."

"Thank you, Senior Wang Xu, for your help," Chu Zhou said gratefully.

"We're family. Why are you being polite?"

Wang Xu waved his hand and looked at Chu Zhou with a faint smile.

"Actually, we met a while ago."