After the gods fell and forced the foreign races to enter the wasteland in search of God-transcending items, it was obvious that not only had their ability to develop and strengthen themselves suffered a serious blow, but their combat awareness and capabilities had also declined to an absolutely deplorable state.
Su Mo hopped into the sea at four fifty-five in the morning after the OS informed him that the last major squad had taken up its position. The sea washed off the blood of the foreign races left behind on his Simba onesie.
The foreign races were too weak, or perhaps it was the case that not even Su Mo realized how powerful he was.
He had started by taking on one at a time, then two at a time, and then three at a time.
When Su Mo realized the foreign races could not fight back against him despite spotting him, he started being more bold and unrestrained in his fighting style.
