"Damn it, the last one hasn't even died yet, and now another one's here. Are they afraid we might actually beat them?"
Zhao Lei rushed out of the cave, covered in dust. He patted himself off, his brows knotting into a deep frown.
Compared to the Cursed Tiger, Crystal Dragon's pressure was clearly much stronger.
The natural phenomena alone caused by his ascension to godhood had triggered several earthquakes throughout the Hundred Severed Mountain Range.
"If I'd just been crushed to death, could the game disqualify this bastard?"
Merrick also walked out and couldn't help cursing.
"One life for one life. If I can drag this damn god down with me, my life will have been worth it!"
Although, judging from the situation, Crystal Dragon's ascension did not seem to make humanity's circumstances any more difficult, everyone understood that dealing with one god and dealing with two gods was definitely not a matter of simply doubling the difficulty.
Especially since, over the next ten days, the aliens might very well send out a third god, or even a fourth.
By then, could Su God really fight them off?
Zhao Lei couldn't help worrying, but he soon came back to his senses and smiled bitterly to himself.
At a time like this, he knew that these unfounded worries were utterly meaningless. They would only add to his troubles and plunge him into boundless fear, leaving him unable to live in peace.
Yet even after he had figured that out, anxiety still wrapped around him like vines, tightening and multiplying.
Soon, as more and more people emerged from the cave, the game's announcement arrived late.
``` Record: The power of the special disaster "Blood Sacrifice Demigod" has been detected to have increased. The game is assessing the disaster's severity and making adaptive