The battlefield in the Star Luo Empire.
At that moment, the Wind God was covered in wounds.
Deep in his eyes, exhaustion and apprehension intertwined into a tangled web of emotion.
"Fine, fine, fine!"
A cold smile curled at the Wind God's lips, concealing endless scorn and resentment.
"What a Spirit Hall you are..."
"If I had my peak strength from the Divine Realm, I could kill every last one of you with a flick of my finger!"
His voice was low, revealing his profound helplessness and anger at his predicament.
After all, since coming to the Douluo Continent, even his so-called divine skills had been severely weakened.
"You talk too much!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's gaze was frosty as he shot him a cold glance.
Then his figure flickered, and he appeared before the Wind God like a phantom.
Without another word, he hurled a punch wrapped in fierce wind pressure.
Already gravely wounded, the Wind God could not even find room to dodge this sudden, unstoppable blow. He could only watch the fist close in.
Then he was sent flying several meters away like a kite with its string cut!
Just then, a thunderous boom rang out overhead, and the Thunder God made his dazzling entrance.
The unfamiliar face appearing before them left everyone astonished and confused.
"Who might you be?"
A measure of wariness unwittingly crept into Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice, and his brows knitted tightly.
He sensed a terrifying aura emanating from the newcomer, one even more heart-stopping than the Wind God's.
He knew full well that this newcomer was no ordinary figure.
Yet the Thunder God seemed deaf to the commotion and questions around him.
He approached the Wind God with disdain and contempt.
"Utter trash!"
At those words, the Wind God's expression darkened abruptly. Fury