"One must rely on self-rescue, not completely depend on others for salvation." The Father of Combat, Uthgar, raised his right hand, striding forward solemnly, "If you don't want to die, chant my name, try your utmost to enter the Berserk State, and I will grant you a chance at self-rescue!"
Different abilities require different ways of salvation.
Uthgar chose to save these slaves through faith.
"Uthgar!"
"Uthgar! Uthgar!"
"Uthgar! Uthgar! Uthgar!"
Without any hesitation, these slaves began to shout immediately, seizing the last straw they could grasp, regardless of whether it could save their lives, they held on tightly.
Hatred and anger rolled wildly in their hearts.
The Berserk Godhood Fragment in the hand of the Father of Combat burst forth with dazzling light, transforming into strands of power, injecting into the bodies of those slaves.
Owooo...
