Once Han Xing and others are defeated.
By then, the Xingyu City he painstakingly built, and even the Witch Race Continent, will be easily destroyed.
The familiar people he was just joking with here will also die like ants.
So, beneath the seemingly peaceful surface,
Han Xing and others are actually bearing the pressure of the Human Race and Witch Race.
Cheng Jianyong and Shen Yun both heard the seriousness in Han Xing's tone.
Shen Yun patted Han Xing's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Brother Xing, we're here."
"If a True God-level being really descends, we'll face it together, and if we can't handle it, we'll go down together."
Cheng Jianyong also patted his chest and said, "That's right, Brother Xing!"
"When people die, birds fly to the sky!"
"I, Old Cheng, have lived a fulfilling life these four years."
"If I can take down a True God before dying, it wouldn't be for nothing!"
Hearing this, Han Xing shook his head with a smile and said,
