Chapter 923: Anton Sword City

The Bronze Patriarch had been revived, and excitement burned in his eyes. He felt a surge of gratitude. His lingering will had run into Camden Ford. "Camden Ford… thank you." Those simple words carried a weight of sincerity that could not be faked. After that, the Bronze Patriarch threw back his head and let out a long howl. Years upon years of suffocation poured out of him in that single cry, as if he were finally tearing open the sky to breathe. Because his body had been remade from scratch,...