After killing the last unicorn beetle, Wang Xu and his companions celebrated joyously in the hotel's bar within the base, raising their glasses in a toast.
Overjoyed by the apparent "resurrection" of everything, Wang Xu got himself completely wasted, and eventually, overwhelmed by the numbing alcohol, he vomited profusely.
He was helped into his room by Red Axe and Blue Sword, as if he were a slab of mud.
Wang Xu lay on the bed, his face showing his drunkenness, smiling foolishly.
"Wang Xu, it's time to wake up."
Woosh!
A ghostly figure in a red robe appeared.
In an instant, the drunkenness vanished from Wang Xu's face, and all memories surged like waves.
"Indeed, it's time to wake up."
Wang Xu sighed emotionally.
All of this could never be returned to.
Even though his current strength was comparable to the Extreme Dao Ancestor Realm, capable of risking everything to reverse the laws and revive living beings from the Ganges River.
