How powerful were the twelve gods when they joined forces?
No one knew.
The journalists and even the gods standing on the square were watching with bated breath when they sensed the destructive energy of the twelve gods.
They felt that even the aftershock of this energy, not to mention the actual attack, could pulverize them.
Too powerful and terrible!
"Can Ling Jiu hold out?"
Netizens were waiting with bated breath.
Ling Jiu was the calmest person among those at the scene. The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk as attacks came in all directions.
"What makes a bunch of feckless doofus like you all can kill me? Who gives you the confidence?"
"Void Devouring!" Ling Jiu opened his mouth.
The next moment, a giant silvery phantom beast, which was tens of thousands of meters long, appeared above Ling Jiu's head.
Baroom!
