The ground below was filled with adventures.
Leading them were powerful Demigods.
'They are Templars.'
Each one of them was far stronger than him.
The adventurers were emitting intense bloodlust, while the Templars stared at him curiously.
Neo's gaze shifted to the blue-haired young man.
He was holding him with Telekinesis.
Placing Neo on the ground, the blue-haired young man turned to his colleague.
"Check him for injuries."
"Yes, sir."
The green-haired woman's hand glowed.
Tiny white pollens materialized around her.
They flew towards Neo and seeped into his skin.
"He is… perfectly fine," the woman said, perplexed.
"Are you sure about that?" the blue-haired Templar, Elijah, questioned. "He has been alone inside a Tiger grade Window for seven days."
"Yes, he has no injuries, and he is in peak physical condition."
Elijah stared at Neo with a deep gaze.