At this moment, Xu Zimo felt as if the true god had descended.

Holding a domineering shadow in his hand, he is arrogant and unparalleled in the world.

Ba Ying tore apart the stars, scolded the rivers and seas, and descended with a strong will of the true god.

There seemed to be a whisper from the age of mythology.

For a moment, time and space reversed, and it seemed that we were back to that era when the gods stood side by side and the vast earth was vast.

"It seems like you have a good chance," Old Man Baihu said with a smile.

"But it's a bit of a coincidence. My white tiger is also a god."

"Tianwu," the white tiger raised its head and roared toward the sky.

The roar seemed to have a certain artistic conception that could be understood.

In the words, the word "Tian Wu" seemed to sound long and loud.

In the age of mythology, there was a tribe named "Wu."

They use the tiger as their totem, and the god they worship is Tianwu.

He has eight heads, eight sides, eight legs and eight tails.

It is said that nine is the limit of heaven and earth, and it is only one step short of what it can practice.

White Tiger and Ba Ying collided again.

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky along with a deafening explosion that resounded throughout the world.
Chapter completed!