"How many people do they still have remaining, how many Profound Tier powerhouses, and what is the task assigned to the Eight Clans and the Wu Race guarding the Jiu Ri Hall? We really know nothing."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded slightly.
Indeed, that's the case!
Currently, the Celestial Court's understanding of the Eight Clans on the Dou Qi Continent is truly limited.
Wang Teng also nodded in approval.
Zhao Li's actions were correct; to know the enemy and oneself is to be invincible in every battle.
Thinking of this, Wang Teng waved his hand, and a wisp of green light flashed by; it was pure Wood's Vitality, which surged into the captive's body.
A moment later, the dying captive was more than half healed.
He opened his eyes extremely weakly.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Teng and others surrounding him. Instantly, his eyes showed terror, and his face turned ashen with fear.
