Heavenly Emperor Fist

Deep Sea Era?

Had the Ancient Dragon gone to an underwater party without an oxygen tank?

Chen Feng was puzzled. Surely someone as powerful as the Ancient Dragon wouldn't choke on water, even if they couldn't swim.

After all, wasn't the Ancient Dragon that Ancestor of Magic or whatever? Couldn't they manage a simple underwater breathing spell?

The Doomsday Empress explained, "Group admin, according to the group files, when people in the Ancient Dragon's world die, they produce a dark substance called human nature. It keeps settling and accumulating until it eventually drowns every living thing in the world like a vast ocean."

That terrifying?

Chen Feng wiped away his sweat, relieved that he hadn't lost his mind and gone to their world with the Ancient Dragon's daughter. Otherwise, he'd be the one going glug-glug right now.

The Demon Venerable was still the most enthusiastic member of the group. "Young friend Chen, long time no see. Speaking of which, the group chat seemed to cut out just now. Did you run into some kind of crisis?"

"Don't even get me started."

Chen Feng told them how the pretty-girl "Warrior" had repeatedly sent him back to his save point.

The muscle-obsessed Cosmic Overlord showered her with praise. "Excellent! Mages should put their points into strength and endurance, charge straight into the enemy's face, pretend to chant a spell, then punch their opponent to pieces when they're not looking."

Immortal Ancient Dragon: "Glug-glug-glug."

Chen Feng asked, "What's the Ancient Dragon saying?"

The Doomsday Empress activated her translation program. "The Ancient Dragon says, 'I hate you melee-fighting barbarians more than anything. There's no skill involved whatsoever.'"

The Cosmic Overlord scoffed. "Only muscles will never betray you."

Chen Feng added, "Ancient Dragon, this is the athlete I found for you."

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