"Little Nine, how strong is that Fusion Evil Clan God King with spider legs on his back?
At the peak of First-Level God King?!"
Ye Fan sent Little Nine a message, asking him.
"The peak of First-Level God King?
Mm-hmm, big brother. Just right.
Now that's more like it. Leave the rest of the Fusion Evil Clan to the Divine Phoenix Clan's Heavenly Gods and True Gods.
This God King is finally worth fighting."
Little Nine brimmed with confidence. His eyes gleamed like flame-colored glass.
They locked onto the Fusion Evil Clan warrior lunging toward him, eight spear-like spider legs rising from his back.
Ice and fire mingled in those eyes.
There was icy killing intent.
And blazing battle lust woven through it!
"Boy, no one can save you this time."
The brocade-robed God King looked down at Ye Fan. His voice was rich and pleasant, but his tone was cold.
He was an Eighth-Level God King. As for Ye Fan,
his cultivation had risen by leaps and bounds since their first meeting.
He had reached the peak of True God.
But
nearly two full major realms still separated them.
As far as the brocade-robed God King was concerned,
the Human Race boy before him, a walking treasure vault, was already meat on his chopping block.
"Oh? Is that so?"
An Eighth-Level God King.
Ye Fan might indeed be no match for him now.
But
he had help.
Swish, swish.
Ye Fan waved a hand.
"Young master!"
"Young master!"
Two figures appeared. On seeing Ye Fan, they bowed slightly and answered.
One radiated explosive power. He stood as tall as a small mountain and held a giant axe.
A savage, domineering aura flowed from him.
He was the Giant-Axe Barbarian Clan War Servant!
The other had long, pointed ears. He