The middle-aged man screamed in pain as the second boot smashed over. Although it was thrown by the Manchurian Tiger, it had been blessed by the ancient times. Its power was vast and it was extremely accurate. It directly hit the godly king and caused his shoulder to explode, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
“AH...”
The godly king screamed in pain. This was not only a physical pain, but also a mental humiliation. After being hit by the two boots, he was almost killed.
What kind of propriety was this? What logic was this? He was a divine king after all. If he was killed by two boots, he would definitely become a laughing stock and be recorded in the annals of history. He would be laughed at by later evolvers.
A black shadow appeared behind him. It hadn’t protected him just now. This creature’s expression was gloomy and cold as he stared at the stone jar in front of him. His eyes were ghastly and his entire person stood within the black fog.
“Extraterrestrial flying chariot!”
