章節 1100: Dead God

If the System Notification earlier was given a thought once more, Fang Ning could probably guess that this bronze-colored giant, was formed by the God of Plagues to fool him!

He was glad that he was quick-witted and gave System No. 2 a warning, afterward he withdrew back into the System Space.

"Could you be even more cowardly?" Sir System could not help but ask sarcastically when it saw that Fang Ning had returned.

"You're no better," Fang Ning said without care and went in front of the screen to continue watching.

As he expected, not a moment later the bronze-colored giant suddenly disintegrated and became lumps of black air. Afterward, it assembled back together and took the form of the God of Plagues. 

"It's impossible, you'd only succeed to a God for a mere few years. How'd you see through my

Formation Technique?" He asked flustered.