Somewhat iron-blooded.

Somewhat heroic Qianyun.

…

There is no doubt that Ba Wanwan and Li Zhishen are ready to sacrifice for him.

"Am I that important?"

Ye Chong felt a bitterness in his heart that was hard to describe.

"There is only one choice." Ba Wan said in a deep voice, "Old Li and I are destined to not escape."

At this moment, the three of them were all talking under Ye Chong's shielding technique, and they were not afraid of being heard.

However, two or three beast gods used their mental power to poke and attack his mental trap, but they were all resolved with his blessing.

Speaking of which, Ye Chong, as a Jingwu practitioner, has a deep foundation of spiritual power and has sweet roots to replenish his consumption. He is least afraid of others using his mental power to harass and attack him.

What's more, the biggest shortcoming of the beast race compared to the human race is the lack of mental power. Even at the stage of beast gods, this innate shortcoming has not been made up for and improved.

Although Ye Chong has not yet reached the extraordinary level, compared with most beginner and intermediate beast gods, he is still not far behind in terms of mental strength.

"Among the three of us, if one person can survive," Li Zhishen smiled, "then it's only you."

"I hope our efforts are worth it." Ba Wanwan nodded, "It's a pity that we got it cheaper than you, a stingy person."

"In the great changes in the world, both our race and the empire need flags and hope," Li Zhishen continued, "Ye Chong, don't let us down."

For some reason, Ye Chong suddenly felt a little choked in his throat.

He wanted to speak, but he was stuck there and couldn't say a word.
Chapter completed!