Just when everyone was confused, an old voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

The other person has lived in this world long enough and remembers many things relatively well, so he is recalling them now.

Immediately afterwards, several similar sounds sounded, and more such stories were discovered.

After that, the uproar disappeared, and the scene was quiet. Everyone looked at the battlefield stupidly, wondering in their hearts, could the other party be a god?

"Gods are not that weak. It is true that this is a divine walking step, but it is only obtained through other means. It seems that his physical body can be compared with Zi Chen because he has refined the divine blood. This time, they are

Come prepared!"

Lei Ming looked at the field again and snorted, with no joy on his face.

"The world's fastest, but only like this!"

On the battlefield, the disdainful voice of the young man was heard. His figure flashed a few times, and he easily got rid of Zi Chen's entanglement.

"God's wrath!"

He quickly retreated and reached the edge of the battle platform. He looked at Zi Chen and shouted in a low voice, his face filled with majestic anger.

Above the sky, the void was distorted, a blurry face appeared, and the vast majesty was fully displayed.

From this coercion, Zi Chen felt a suffocating aura. He relaxed his mind without hesitation, let the light of energy around him fill his body, and shouted in a low voice: "Thunder moves the sky!"
Chapter completed!