Deathwing

After the Source of Mutation killed the Black Gold God of War, he continued slaughtering the Clone Gene Warriors.

The cruelty and savagery he displayed made the other three feel their scalps prickle.

"Could he be some kind of violent maniac?" Jia Gui asked quietly.

The Trade God King shot Jia Gui an annoyed look. "What, wasn't that obvious enough?"

Xu Hai, the Wisdom God King, analyzed, "My guess is that he's suffered too much grievance over the years and needs an outlet."

Jia Gui felt that Xu Hai, the Wisdom God King, had analyzed it wrong.

"Who needs to eat people's hearts to vent? He's definitely a pervert!"

As if he had heard Jia Gui's assessment, the Source of Mutation, who was massacring the Clone Gene Warriors, glanced in his direction.

Covered in blood, he radiated an invisible, oppressive aura from head to toe.

Jia Gui nearly wet himself again and hurriedly clapped, putting on the air of an avid fan. "Great kill, wonderful kill, a kill that makes people cheer!"

The Trade God King glanced at Jia Gui, wondering if there was something wrong with his own eyes. How had he ended up knowing such a coward?

As one side's Summoning Crystal shattered, the match officially declared the Divine Realm Civilization Team the final victor.

The viewers in the livestream room began preparing to leave.

But just then, commentator Yu Meng suddenly cried out.

"Everyone, look! Deathwing is still alive!"

The viewers who had been about to leave immediately turned their eyes back to the screen.

In the Dragon's Lair area, Deathwing, who had been cleaved into two by Final Judgment, was moving again.

Death Qi stitched his severed body back together like needle and thread.

Deathwing had revived.

"Damn Gene Warriors, you nearly killed the powerful King