661 Three Fists Combine, begin! (4100)_2

To be able to save someone from the brink of death and return them to their peak condition

was inevitably a task that required a tremendous amount of effort.

But every price paid was worth it.

Casio needed someone to protect his path at the most critical moments.

Swoosh, a silhouette descended from high altitude, entering the headquarters of the Golem Sect.

Just then, outside the headquarters, on a straight and broad highway, a black convoy quickly approached like a long dragon.

That was the team coming from the port of East Sea City, driving towards the Golem Sect.

Tap, a black leather boot stepped onto the solid ground. A towering and robust figure with dazzling blond hair stood like a lion king, bathed in the brilliant sunlight. Behind him, a brand new cape tumbled in the airflow.

The Holy Lion Ximu, he had crossed the ocean from the Yana United States to return home.