A week passed in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the elimination match in Territory City had already gone through half of its duration.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoqiang had been in seclusion for a week, cultivating in a cave without capturing a single criminal's head.
On this day...
In the afternoon, Wang Xiaoqiang, who was meditating and cultivating, suddenly felt the Immortal Liquid within him rise to an unprecedented height, shattering like a boiling pot, as if waves of water were angrily surging...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three consecutive booms resounded, then everything returned to calm, like rivers flowing into the sea, quietly flowing.
The difference was that now the Immortal Liquid within him was one layer thicker than before, slowly flowing through his flesh, limbs, and bones, continuously nourishing his body.
Wang Xiaoqiang let out a long breath as he changed from sitting to lying down.
