Kapitel 2800: The Eight Fatal Needles

"Meng Jing, live happily and be a good girl in the small house. The heavenly fate is not a reason to restrain you. You are you. Aiden, do your best and become the new king of the elven race."

Qin Yu's voice became weaker and weaker.

A large amount of blood mist erupted from his body. Fine pores on his body expanded.

Countless drops of blood dripped out. In an instant, Qin Yu's entire body turned into squirming flesh and blood.

It was like a person who had been crushed into a meat patty but still had a consciousness of life.

He let out a painful roar. His body twisted crazily and countless tentacles exploded on his body.

Divine Doctor Lu, who was wearing thick glasses, stared at Qin Yubehind him.

His pupils flickered with disbelief.

Why could the person who became a god still transmit the will of his origin?

This person had just entered the Investiture of Gods, so his strength should be very weak.