Thanks for the Gift, Ancient God

The Naga Queen had failed to withstand the onslaught and died before Siscardin's eyes. He felt no grief or pity, only anger and contempt.

Useless.

He hadn't expected the Naga Queen to turn the tables on this mortal, but she could at least have dealt some real damage.

Instead, she hadn't landed a single meaningful blow. She'd been thrashed from start to finish.

"Never mind. When it comes to fighting, you can only count on us Faceless Ones."

Siscardin thought this with no small measure of pride.

When he saw Qin Chuan charging toward him, he didn't flinch. He would make this mortal pay for his earlier insult!

To call him merely a championship contender, inferior to the true champion, was an undisguised insult!

"Mortal, die!"

Siscardin surged forward, wreathed in the might of the Void.

In that moment, he was not fighting alone.

The Ancient God's gaze flickered in the Void, filling Siscardin with boundless fighting spirit.

Boom!

Siscardin stumbled and crashed onto the sea. He tumbled and bounced across its surface, throwing up countless towering waves.

An unlucky Faceless One in his path was crushed to pieces.

Qin Chuan laughed. "Siscardin, is that all you've got?"

Siscardin rose and slammed a tentacle-like arm against the sea, opening more than a dozen Void Teleportation Gates. More Faceless Ones poured through.

Among them were strange creatures that looked like brains sprouting tentacles. They lunged at the nearest Mutated Naga, swiftly devouring their minds and bodies to create new twisted monsters.

There was nothing unusual about that tactic. The problem was that even tens of millions of monsters at this level would pose no threat to Qin Chuan.

Only someone on Siscardin's level might be worth his attention.

Qin Chuan called out to Siscardin, "Why don't you bring Kashiliuwu over? Fighting