The realm of the gods.
The Valley of Death.
Huge tentacles enshrouded in black fog whipped out like the tail of a demon dragon, flinging Gangzi through the air.
But unlike before, whether it was Gangzi or the Old Demon Dragon, they generally couldn't withstand such attacks.
Every strike from the tentacles, once contact was made, would shatter the avatar into ash.
But this time, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, Gangzi staggered and managed to escape, folding space to dodge the relentless pursuit of the tentacles!
"Bastard!"
On the other side, Blackie surged forward, uncontrollable anger fueling his support: "I'm warning you, old monster, Gangzi and I are brothers, as close as limbs to a body. You can hit him, but hitting me is out of the question!"
"…" Gangzi turned his head: "Blackie, you really are my good brother!"
"Boom!"
Blackie, who had charged over, couldn't dodge in time and his body burst apart.
