The War God's legs were actually made of wooden gates; the Emperor lineage's medical technique is quite advanced, perhaps unmatched by anyone else.
If even the Emperor lineage couldn't heal him, who else could?
It's truly unimaginable.
Starry Elder gazed at the War God, who had lost both legs. Back in the day, he was high-spirited and well-known; now, he sat in a wheelchair, relying on it for mobility, yet still possessed power.
Only, his movements were no longer free.
No one wishes for their legs to be unable to walk.
The War God was indeed unfortunate; however, even in such a state, no one dared to underestimate him.
"Now I can't go there myself, I can only watch my disciple handle it." Starry Elder said, "If someone comes here to kill my granddisciple, I can stop them and annihilate them together. But unfortunately, they have yet to arrive, and are all heading to my disciple instead."
