Preface: In a dark city, the night swallowed up everything. A group of people with strange powers were besieging a young man. The ground was full of corpses and blood was everywhere. The heavy rain poured down, washing away the blood all over the ground, but it also seemed to have pronounced the young man's death! After a long battle, the boy was exhausted and fell down. The leader slowly walked out of the crowd holding an umbrella.
The leader whispered: The legendary Son of God with supreme power turns out to be nothing more than that, Hualong! You fell into my hands after all!
Everyone shouted in unison that the boss was mighty. The heavy rain washed away everything, but it could not take away the established fact in front of them. The leader transformed into a spear in his hand and ended Hualong's life. The divine mark on Hualong gradually became dim.
The leader shouted loudly: The Son of God has fallen, so let us respectfully ask the gods to elect the Son of God to the throne again!
But no one noticed that Hualong's hand, which was supposed to be dead, moved.
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