"I don't know either. It's the effect of my ancestral jade pendant... I didn't expect it to be this powerful..."
Su Chen scratched his head and said.
Leng Yaozhu stood beside him. Seeing the foolish expression he was putting on, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, but she did not expose him.
"Thank you! Thank you for saving them! You saved my brothers. I, Zhang Huanyun, owe you an enormous debt of gratitude!"
Zhang Huanyun came before Su Chen and gave him a deep bow, his tone exceedingly solemn.
He bent so low that his forehead nearly touched his knees.
After all, those who had died were members of his Blood God Legion—his brothers.
Those soldiers had followed him in the snowy mountains for decades. Some had been with him since they were young, fighting their way from Soul Kings to Soul Saints. They bore more scars than military medals.
He had originally planned to give them a grand funeral, erect monuments for them, and see them off. Yet now, all of them had come back to life.
Although he did not know exactly how Su Chen had done it, the outcome was good.
"Commander Zhang, there is no need for this. It was all for humanity."
Su Chen said politely, quickly helping Zhang Huanyun back up.
When Zhang Huanyun raised his head, his eyes were slightly red. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he merely nodded forcefully.
"Leng Yaozhu, you truly accepted a fine disciple!" Everyone looked at Leng Yaozhu, their eyes filled with gratitude—and even more envy.
It was one thing for Leng Yaozhu herself to be so powerful, but her disciple was just as formidable and had rendered such great service.
Once the postwar matters had been arranged,