But since you are so shameless, then you can’t blame this Holy Son!”

The voice fell.

I saw powerful auras emerging from the void, and the five divine kings of the ancient desolate clan who were hidden in the void now all came out of the darkness.

All of a sudden.

The void collapsed.

The intertwined auras of the five regular god-kings were like turning into a desert of creatures, causing the expressions of several god-kings from other god races to change drastically.

"retreat!"

They coincidentally fled in all directions.

See this.

The Ancient Wasteland Saint smiled coldly: "It's too late to leave now. You'd better stay here!"

After he finished speaking, the five regular god-kings of the ancient desolate clans all moved together, each striking a powerful blow. The torrent of power shattered the void and flooded towards the god-kings of each clan.

"careful!"

"Fight them!"

"kill!"

When the god kings of all races saw this, they were shocked and angry, but they couldn't care less at the moment, and they all unleashed their strongest strength to deal with it.

Boom!!

The torrent of power swept over, and the five rule god kings joined forces to attack. It was not something that other god kings could resist. The god kings of each race only resisted for a while and were drowned in the torrent of power.

After the torrent of power dissipated, the trace of the God King had completely disappeared.

"Holy Son, do you want to kill them all?"

A middle-aged God King of Rules asked.

The Ancient Desolate Saint looked indifferent: "Since we have all been offended, let us never cause further trouble and kill them all. It is normal for some casualties to occur due to chance fighting. I believe that the gods behind them have nothing to say."

Cutting off the roots.

Only then can we truly avoid future troubles.

It’s okay that there was no real disagreement before, but now that we have already broken up, there is nothing to say.

As for offending the gods, the Ancient Desolate Saint has no fear in his heart.

It’s not like there are no gods behind him.

Although the Ancient Desolate God Clan is not a top-notch God Clan, in terms of strength, it is no weaker than the God Clan behind those God Kings.

Even if we look at the several protoss, it is impossible for them to break up with the ancient desolate protoss over a few useless god kings.

Under the orders of the Ancient Desolate Saint, the five regular god-kings tore apart the void, pursuing the remaining auras of the god-kings of each race, and entered the boundless void.

Less than half an hour.

The sky exploded, and several broken kingdoms fell down, turning into countless golden lights scattered in all directions.

The Ancient Wasteland Saint looked at the scattered fragments of the Kingdom of God with an indifferent expression, showing no intention of collecting them.

In his eyes, the mere fragments of the Divine Kingdom of the Universal God King were of no great use at all.

The only thing that can really move the heart of the Ancient Wasteland Saint is the treasure house of the Huanshan God Clan.

Think of this.

He turned around and looked at the empty space in front of him, where there were countless formations hidden behind the space. Now they were showing little bits of divine light, symbolizing the extraordinary nature of the space.

"break!"

The Ancient Wasteland Saint punched out, and when it landed on that space, the divine light of the array was seen shining. Although there were some violent fluctuations, it did not appear to be broken at all.

See this.

He couldn't help but frown.

"I would like to see how powerful this formation can be!"

The words fell.

The ancient saint sacrificed a black spear, and the breath of death and destruction flowed from the gun. The moment he held the spear, the breath all over his body suddenly surged.

"Break it for me!"

The Ancient Desolate Saint roared lowly, and the black spear suddenly shot forward. The black spear turned into a torrent of power and struck the formation fiercely.

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Chapter completed!