After trying hard to convince himself, Wang Jin took a stance and looked at the evil god floating in the air.

The flames surged and the high temperature vaporized the raindrops.

The prince, dressed in white robes, charged forward with his sword again.

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West District, Shangjing City.

Even the best drainage systems in the country were unable to cope with this level of rainfall, and water quickly reached the curbs.

This made it even more difficult for Zhao Guangming to judge the situation under his feet, and he moved stumblingly.

Blood was oozing from the wounds on his body, and the tattered coat could no longer block the cold wind.

The white-haired god didn't even look at him again, but walked forward slowly and firmly.

"Ah... I still can't beat him without that thing."

Zhao Guangming finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees in the mud with a plop.

Unfortunately, the slender black box has been blown away, and the only hope has been shattered.

The middle-aged man did not give up. He gritted his teeth and threw the dark swords.

like water off a duck's back.

It's actually not quite right to say this, at least he succeeded in attracting the attention of the evil being.

"Collapse."

The emotionless words came out, and the ground began to collapse.
Chapter completed!