As Ning Fan made up his mind, this time, even the last bit of luck was lost in the heart of the Witch God opposite.

In his few bloodline memories, the three Qi of Shi Nirvana are extremely terrifying things. Just one Qi of Shi Nirvana is enough to kill him...

And that jade slip... what kind of jade slip is that! So dangerous, very dangerous! How could this man be so difficult to deal with, how could he have such endless means!

"Don't... kill me! Luo Hu and I... are one and the same! Kill me and Luo Hu will die! I am willing to... surrender!"

The witch god was so afraid of Ning Fan that he put away his shield and giant ax and half-knelt in front of Ning Fan.

This is...surrender!

The power of the barbarian god in Ning Fan was the power of a superior person, which made him fearful and made him dare not compete with him.

He could not break through Ning Fan's defense, and Ning Fan's attacks deepened his injuries little by little, making him more and more uneasy.

What really made him despair was the trump card that Ning Fan finally pulled out. Ning Fan... was fully capable of killing him!

Compared with death, he would rather be re-controlled by the King of War, or directly assimilate with the King of War. Anyway, he is Rahu, and he is the awakening of Rahu's war witch bloodline, so it won't be a big loss.

Better than death!

"Oh? If I kill you, will War King Luohu also die?"

Ning Fan secretly took a breath of air.

What a risk!

If he had directly used his trump card to kill the Witch God without knowing it, wouldn't it be a big mistake, failing to save people, and killing the King of War instead?

"Please God, spare my life..."

The witch god bowed to the ground again. He was even more convinced in his heart that the lofty barbarian god was not something that his little witch god of the war witch clan could compete with.

Man, the master of witches!
Chapter completed!