".I really didn't expect us to be sent to fight the God Above Gods."
Alone on Small Boat, Lu PingAn watched the shadow in the sky. Ordinary people could only feel irritated by it, but he could see through it—the phantom of a monstrous creature drawing ever closer to Earth. Lu PingAn seemed to have brushed against death itself.
This crisis was on a completely different level from the previous ones.
What he had relied on most in the past was the Courtyard fused with the Foundation of God. He could be regarded as a "pseudo-Tier 9." That meant that even without the status panel of a true Tier 9, he still had all sorts of miscellaneous abilities that might come in handy, and their "priority" would surpass that of most opponents.
"This time, most of my abilities have been nullified."
This time, let alone Lu PingAn's own methods and abilities, even the Divine Grace and Holy Sons bestowed by the True Gods could not inflict any substantive harm upon those "tentacles."
That meant that even someone like Lu PingAn might be no different from anyone else, dying outright to some inexplicable area-of-effect attack.
If this was the test for reaching the exit of the multiverse's beginner village, it was far too far beyond the syllabus.
"It feels like max-level players have blockaded the beginner village."
It was a subtle feeling, but it truly was how Lu PingAn felt at that moment.
Yet it was still not time for despair.
".Perhaps some people think we cannot deal with an opponent like this. Some may even think it was a mistake for our attack to draw out such a monster. But I must say this: we have no choice."
The radio broadcasting from Small Boat carried the voice of Marshal Fang.