Judging from Mubai's current record, in the tenth round of competition, as long as he maintains one victory, he can definitely pass the Ten Thousand Gods Competition.
Mu Bai asked: "By the way, do you know the origin of Saint Milan? It is so powerful that it has not lost a single match in nine rounds."
As soon as the name San Milan was mentioned, Cupid God of Thunder's face couldn't help but change, and he was deeply frightened.
He said: "I met him in the first competition of the ninth round. He is very powerful. Like you, he has the Kingdom of Creation and is almost unbeatable."
"Have the Divine Kingdom of Creation?" Mubai's heart skipped a beat.
Kyubey Thunder God said: "You are currently ranked fourth in the record. He is your opponent in the third test of the last round. When you see him, you will understand how powerful he is."
After saying this, the figure of Kyubey God of Thunder disappeared from Mu Bai's eyes and went to participate in the final round of competition.
Mu Bai shook his head slightly.
After continuing to rest on the spot for a while, his figure immediately disappeared from the spot.
In the tenth round, the first and second games, Mubai met strong opponents.
Among them, the lower-level ancient god in the second competition had cultivated into a divine kingdom with the fusion of dual-system laws. Mubai almost exhausted his last strength before barely defeating him and entering the third competition.
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In an endless desert.
Mu Bai, who was seriously injured, suddenly landed on the soft yellow sand.
After a dry cough, two lines of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He was seriously injured, and he had already given up on this round of competition. He just wanted to see who San Milan was.
call--
The strong wind blew the yellow sand.
I saw a young man wearing a pure white robe, his figure slowly falling in front of Mu Bai.
This young man's eyes are like the bright moon, his dark pupils are as unfathomable as the stars in the universe, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his skin is as white as jade, without a single flaw, and he has smooth blue hair.
He stood quietly in front of Mu Bai, giving Mu Bai the feeling that he was like a high and dominant god, mysterious and unpredictable.
The strange thing was that Mu Bai couldn't feel the presence of any elemental breath from his body.
"Are you Saint Milan?" Mu Bai asked in surprise.
There was no fluctuation in the expression on the young man's face, he was always calm.
Mu Bai frowned secretly. Although this young man did not have any aura or pressure on him, just like an air-like existence, Mu Bai still felt a huge pressure in his heart. Layers of cold sweat could not help but break out on his cheeks. This was the first time.