The sky was filled with black snow, and warriors of countless races held weapons and launched a desperate charge towards a hundred-foot-tall black wolf. This was the last power in their world.
Unfortunately, it was useless. They had become pieces of ice sculptures on the way to the charge.
In another world, a honey badger was fighting with the gods. The nine netherworld winds roared, extinguishing the divine fire, tearing apart the divine body, and the remaining divine head was swallowed up by the honey pot.
An eight-winged centipede surrounds a huge world. Endless purple smoke floats from its mouth to the world, turning all living things it touches into nothingness.
You monsters will not die well! ! !
The lords of countless worlds issued their final curses, but it was just the ants' final whine.
In the endless world, billions of monsters are singing and praising their lord, their emperor.
Ba Snake
Not bad for a tomato