As he saw, not far from this coordinate, there was a huge blue light spot that was flashing continuously. According to the legend, this was the specific coordinate of Star City.

"Tsk tsk... It seems that I underestimated some people. Well, it would be nice to bring a gift to the archers..."

In a flash of thought, Lin Fei packed up all his equipment and quickly ran out of Shatra Fortress.

At his current moving speed, it would only take up to 40 minutes to reach the location mentioned by the wretched king.

The cloak fluttered. Countless high-level maps flew by Lin Fei's feet. At this moment, someone felt as if they were running towards a dream. They had extraordinary motivation.

Battle of the Gods. These are four words. These are four words that seem simple but are actually very clear and have extremely profound connotations.

It represents the heritage of the continent, its cultural background, and even the status of the ancient dragons and trolls. All of these are related to the fate of the five major races.

But now, Lin Fei knew that he had to deal with the inevitable war in Fanxing City before he could consider his real responsibility.

A responsibility related to the rise and fall of this continent.

40 minutes later.

"Damn... you're so wretched. Why the hell did you come so late? Didn't I agree to do it in half an hour?"

"Fuck...sister, please tell me what's going on."

The wretched Wang Dao's face turned black: "What's going on? Okay. Look at our 9 o'clock direction."

After listening to the words of the wretched brother, Lin Fei held the Ice and Fire Blade and glanced slightly. The next moment, a dark group of players appeared in his sight.
Chapter completed!