"Do you believe in God?" The voice of an auspicious beast came from my mind.
"I don't believe it." Xiao Yi stepped into the void, looked at the coalition forces in front of him, and said calmly, "Will God bring us this catastrophe? Will God come to save us again? No, he won't."
This mutant army composed of vampires, werewolves, magicians, witches and other special species is so dark that it almost occupies half of the sky, but will Xiao Yi retreat? Won't!
"Brothers! Come on! For the last dignity of China!" Xiao Yi raised his spear and raised his arms, surrounded by nine-color spiritual power, like a god of war.
The blood of countless cultivators hanging in the air behind them was also boiling. Seeing Xiao Yi rushing into the enemy formation like a god of murder, they swarmed after him without hesitation.
Countless mortals were praying and watching this battle. At this moment, Xiao Yi was their only patron saint.