The Mighty Mosquito, Invincible Under Heaven

Mosquito Daoist swelled directly, regaining that initial feeling of holding heaven and earth in his grasp.

He was a primordial aberrant species with an absurdly monstrous foundation. So long as he had enough sustenance, he could grow almost without limit.

Through his tireless efforts, he had finally opened up an enormous gap between himself and Nuwa.

With their underlying foundations more or less equal, a difference of two transcendence powers was practically impossible to bridge.

Thus, once they began fighting, Nuwa quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Seeing this, the beings of the Primordial World were plunged into despair. Mosquito Daoist's growth was simply too monstrous—even Nuwa was no match for him.

If this continued, they could only be raised like rations, living in endless despair beneath a sunless sky.

"Ah... damn it! I'm too weak. I can't even beat a mosquito, and instead it's riding roughshod over me. I have disgraced the name of Father God Pangu!"

Ancestral Witch Qiangliang roared in agony, so furious his scalp tingled. He could only watch helplessly. He was currently only at the third level of Primordial Taiji.

If this cultivation had been placed in the Primordial World of old, he could have slaughtered enemies left and right without breaking a sweat. But now, it was worth less than a fart.

He simply could not be invincible beneath heaven.

"Fuck that dam! That mosquito grew far too fast. If I'd known, the moment it was born, I would've killed it even if I had to stake everything on it." Manshan Clan said miserably, dwelling on the past and regretting it beyond measure.

The powerful figures of the Primordial World had gathered beneath the Primordial Myriad Dao Tree. There was a Heavenly Dao formation here that could temporarily withstand Mosquito Daoist's fierce might.

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