Lost somewhere in the divine kingdom.
The dense forest was like a treant forest waiting for its prey. Under the reflection of the blood-red light screen, the forest was covered by a faint layer of blood-red light, adding a strange aura to it.
In the dense forest.
Joelson held a long sword in one hand, the tip of the sword hanging by his feet.
His slender figure projected a long figure in the dense forest.
Under his feet were more than ten corpses with their upper and lower bodies completely separated. There were smooth and flat marks on the wounds. Even the blood was no longer flowing.
All the corpses were wearing black armor. They were people from the God of Slaughter.
At this moment, there was the last survivor among the people from the God of Slaughter.
This survivor was nervously looking at Joelson, his narrowed pupils revealing an extremely terrified gaze.