All the other attacks were also shattered, and everyone who made a move was injured by the shock.
At the same time, raindrops scattered and turned into a downpour, drenching the ruins of the Breeding Forest Sea.
Drip, drip, drip, clear and pleasant.
However, in everyone's ears, it sounded like a symphony of death.
"If the altar had not been destroyed, you might have had a chance to kill me, but now, everything is back on track, I no longer have any weaknesses."
These breeders, known as the Great Mother, slowly lowered their heads, their eyes filled with admiration as they spoke to Gary Smith:
"Gary Smith, I've heard your name a long time ago, and seeing you in person has given me a huge surprise, you're even more excellent than the rumors suggest.
The rules of the Alliance will only restrain your potential. Why not join the Church of the Fertility Moon? I can make you the new Great Mother... oh no, Great Father, sowing the seeds of hope for many followers.
