Chapitre 1320: Looming Threat

Prince Xoler returned to the capital planet drenched in blood.

His right forearm was bitten off. A hideous bite a large chunk of his abdomen. There was a sharp cut near his neck, which could've been really dangerous.

But when the Prince's return got broadcasted in real time, everyone cheered out loud.

The reason was the three beast hands in his hands.

He won.

As a low rank 7, he had to face three creatures of same rank. In fact, they were much closer to mid rank 7 than him and were all significantly stronger.

Yet, he won.

Was it because of the healing treasures he used to save his life not once but twice? Was it because of his armor? Was it because of Zion's racial talent that allowed them to use gravity to escape to a distant place whenever they're in grave danger?

They were all factors but the biggest reason was his will to keep fighting. The victor wasn't decided until the last moment.