the north wind whistled, and it felt like needles were pricking his face.
xiong ba suddenly gave himself a slap, and the speed of his action was so fast that no one could match it.
a bright red palm print appeared with a slap, and the real pain was naturally transmitted to his nerves.
the fanatical expression he had when the beast god appeared disappeared from xiong ba's eyes.
it had lost its light, its chin was growing wider and wider, its thick eyebrows were raised, and its facial features were twisted.
" ancestor ... ancestor dragon? "
" the legendary sixth generation ancestral dragon who wields justice and fairness ... the dragon of justice??? "
xiong ba mumbled to himself, his neck feeling as if it was stuck by something, and he turned his head around stiffly.
it looked at the sacrificial pillar, at the three orc gods led by the supreme god crocodile, and then at its surroundings.