"Brat, you've got guts!"
On the throne on the far right, the godly spirit of the Qingshen clan snorted angrily and reached out his hand to recall the divine halberd.
"What a disgraceful thing!"
Then, he looked at the injured Divine Son of his race, and his expression became more and more angry.
This battle had completely disgraced the green god clan!
The Son of God was dumbfounded, his expression extremely dazed.
He still couldn't figure out what was going on.
How could his divine halberd be gone just like that?
That was a divine artifact forged by the God clan. How could this human know so much about it? how could he have erased all the imprints that he had left in that instant?
This speed was a little too fast!
He raised his head and looked at the figure in front of him, his expression somewhat shocked.
He had never seen such a special and magical technique!
"Where is he?"
