This little thing had lifted the eyes of the Champion God, annihilated the rotting things, killed them, as if death itself had occurred, his scythe harvesting the lives of others, all the Blood Soul bodies fell to the sea bottom, showing no signs of injury. How many of them were there?
Gradually, a sense of despair spread uncontrollably in people's hearts, their attacks didn't allow for any movement, and friends around them died at the hands of the little porter, the image of the invincible little porter silently took root in people's hearts like a seed.
"Vote!"
I didn't know who spoke first. These two simple words voiced the people's sentiment. Their hearts quickly dissipated. Each word meant that there was no fly trying to move around.
Fang Ming saw the situation, didn't understand it in his heart, and suddenly a fire surged up, he shouted, "Dead, pig, you flew, you also voted, but it pursued, only by working together could there be a glimmer of vitality."
