Space Farmer

Ah San, standing against the wind, holding a magic gun in his hand, looked at the abyss in front of him with a cold expression. "Come out, killing is your favorite." There was a burst of lightning and thunder, and a "Thunder Eagle" as big as a hill soared into the sky, mixed with thousands of thunder and lightning, and a terrifying aura pressed towards Ah San. "Peng." Ah San stepped back, and the sharp spear carved a bottomless ravine on the ground. "Haha, feel free to come again." Killing, the strong is respected. This is a frightening world, a world where strong men stand on the nine heavens and overlook all living beings.