"Whether it's wild beasts or shamans that survive, they will slaughter your people in their rage, just like before."
Card.
"Enough! Shut up!"
!
Like the sound of the earth cracking open, or like a thunderclap, the middle-aged man... no, the god Wuqi glared at Ning Feng.
"Why should I shut up? Aren't we enemies? Don't think that everyone will bow down to you just because you've revealed your divine majesty."
Ning Feng completely disregarded the other party's imposing manner and continued speaking as if nothing had happened:
"He is the person you remember, but you are not the person you were back then. You have the ability to change all of this."
"It all depends on whether you're willing to pay the price."
At the cost of blood.
With his arms outstretched, Ning Feng adopted an attitude of complete indifference.
"Choose: will you expend your energy on me and die at their hands, or will you kill them first to save your clan?"
"By the way, I'll do my best to resist."
Choose, God!
"But even if this is just an illusion, do you want your clan to be destroyed by the gods again?"
Silently watching Ning Feng, Wu Qi's wounds multiplied and worsened, the battle over there seemed to have reached a point where life and death were at stake.
"...How do you know all this?"
With a shrug, Ning Feng already knew the answer the moment Wu Qi spoke.
"Who knows? Maybe it's just a guess, or maybe I'm just bluffing."
The divine power that had spread around him contracted. Wuqi stared intently at Ning Feng for a moment, then strode into the jungle without looking back.
With each step he took, his figure grew taller and his divine power increased.
"You guessed right. When I was young, I overestimated my strength and caused the death of all my people."
"That was indeed my nightmare..."
The voice, filled with nostalgia, suddenly changed, becoming chillingly murderous. Wu Qi turned to look at Ning Feng, who stood frozen in place, and said, word by word:
"I will end it myself."
"I will come back and kill you when it's all over."
Ning Feng, on the other hand, smiled indifferently and waved politely to the departing deity.
"If you can do it, then give it a try. But I don't think you have a chance to keep your promise because..."
Looking back at the clan in Wuqi's memory, and gazing at the most beautiful times in her memory, Ning Feng's emotions calmed down, and he softly said:
"Those who are already dead cannot do that."
Whether it's protection or destruction.
"I can't do anything."
Ning Feng suddenly laughed, his tone relaxed.
"Besides, I am different from you."
"I have made a promise to many people that I will not die."
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