"Ah ah ah——"
He Ting Mountain likewise emitted a frenzied cry of pain.
Xu Xiaoshou foamed at the mouth, his entire being as if something had burst.
In the end, amidst the vast thoughts, he finally found the notion belonging to himself, the one to "sever the stripping of intent," paused for half a breath and let out a thunderous curse:
"Damn it!!!"
An entity undergoing possession, hard controlling two Zero Ancestral Gods.
Opportunity!
Saint Xin chose not to believe the Heavenly Mechanism calculation results of billions of energy levels.
A normal person, after possessing this body of the Way of the Heavens, could never believe this pile of path treasures, the burning potato in my hand.
Saint Xin chose to believe in himself.
He didn't self-destruct, didn't show weakness by speaking, nor did he plead with Xu Xiaoshou, instead, he turned to use the most primitive means: run!
"Forbidden·Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape!"
...
"Beep beep beep!"
"Warning! Warning! Warning!"
