He ran while shouting, "Luo Ya, hurry up, this is not your home ground, you can't stay here for long!"
He hadn't run a few steps when he hit the air with a "Duang" sound.
Tsk tsk!
A fourth-grade light curtain array appeared.
"When did he arrange this!" Como was flustered.
"Kill him first!" Luo Ya roared.
"What is that?" Como looked up at a white shadow.
Then, under their horrified gaze, White transformed into a roaring dragon emitting an icy chill.
"Xiaobai, I'll give you a snack." The talisman in Chen Zhong's hand never stopped.
call--
Xiaobai exhaled a simple breath of ice-blasting earth.
Komo crossed his arms, and a flame symbol appeared, "Divine Flame, Vulcan Cannon!"
Light appeared on his arms, and a light and shadow turret condensed. A spiritual power cannonball flew out like a retrograde flaming meteor.
Fireball collides with ice blast.
The balance of power that Comor had expected did not occur. The fireball gradually turned into an ice ball in the ice explosion and fell weakly into the ground.
Como was stunned. He really didn't expect that the ice dragon was so powerful.
This Vulcan Cannon is a precious earth-level intermediate spiritual skill of the Pantheon, and is also his most powerful trump card spiritual skill.
However...reality is too cruel.
Xiaobai descended from the sky, sat down with his giant body, and pressed Como down heavily under him.
When he got up again, Como had been turned into an ice sculpture by a fart. He was almost dead and needed to be thawed before he could move.
On the other side, Luo Ya, who was one level higher than Como, was extremely panicked.
The little bit of his rationality told him that he could only survive if he got rid of the boy in front of him.
"The ancient Beiyuan region, a desolate land, a vast expanse of heaven and earth," Luo Ya raised his arms high, his expression solemn, "All gods are descending!"
One of the supreme spiritual skills of the Pantheon, the advanced earth-level "The Advent of the Gods", the most precious thing is that this spiritual skill has no attribute restrictions and can be practiced by any spiritual warrior.
A magnificent and ancient temple suddenly appeared from high in the sky and slowly pressed down, causing the fourth-grade light curtain array to collapse.
Inside the temple, countless giant hands wanted to reach out, and squeezed and deformed heads made twisted laughs.
These are the ancient gods believed in by Pantheism!
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