"I saw it." Roshan looked at the nine opponents and smiled bitterly in his heart. Each of the opponents in front of him was a little weaker than the previous one.

But.

The total of nine is four to five times the previous number.

"Another reminder, your body is almost covered with 'fire scales'. Please believe that it is indeed a means of defense. However, the characteristics of fire are that the more heated it is, the more it burns. Mortals holding fire shields will be burned. You are different from mortals.

, but we will still bear this kind of counter-injury. As for the extent to which we can 're-injure' you, then we have to give it a serious try."

"It's an honor. Life and death are just trivial matters, fighting is the fun." Roshan also knew that he was indeed inferior.

This is not because you don’t work hard.

It's because the opponent is too strong and his abilities are too disappointing.

But.

At this moment, Roshan has forgotten life and death. He has awakened and understood. As the Son of God, he must face his life with his head held high. There is no such thing as bowing down or begging for mercy. Even if he is not the Son of God.

Be proud and be proud of yourself as a warrior.

"Come and fight, Lord Yun Zhong." At this moment, Roshan was fearless and the only way to comfort himself was to fight.

"I will make it happen for you."

Nine people faced off against a multi-tentacled meat ball, and the two sides clashed savagely again.

Not to mention the battle in the Ancient God Cemetery.

Half a day later.

In a certain corner of the world, there is an ocean of energy where the competition between living beings is not strong. Suddenly, two palms, one big and one small, appear. Like fish swimming together, after a few circles, another bead condenses in the middle. This one

After the bead was born, it quickly absorbed some energy. Soon, its shell shattered, and a creature that resembled a small octopus slowly crawled out, looking cutely at this new world.

By this time, the two palms, one big and one small, had already disappeared.

Five more days later.

The Spirit Controller, the Great Son of God, sent a clone back to Baizi Palace, only to find a leftover battle video.

"Is that so, brother?"

"Um."

"It turns out that Roshan is no weaker than us. Moreover, he has further degenerated..."

"Well, what a pity, his opponent is Yun Zhongjun."

"That guy still hasn't used the forbidden spell?"

"right."

"The real undead monster."
Chapter completed!