On the way, battles broke out from time to time, as conflicts arose between different factions.
Meanwhile.
Participants from the Saint's side began to gather in the industrial area.
They were unaware of what happened to the Divine Son. Although there were joyous news from the heavens, it also raised their alertness.
What if the Divine Son suddenly dies? What about the Saints?
A brewing battlefield was about to erupt within the civilizational relics.
...
Time passed.
Outside the industrial area.
Qin Jin stood among the crowd, his eyes slightly closed, recovering his own energy as he moved with the group.
Beside him were the other team members of Martial Abyss.
At this moment, fourteen people were assembled, while others cleared the mechanical bodies ahead. Surrounding them, other small teams acted in concert, constantly advancing.
Beside Qin Jin.
Chi Wenwu's voice sounded.
"Qin Jin, what abilities does the Divine Son have?"
