The birth of the God of hope in despair

"You've already done very well."

The venerable sovereign was covered in blood, and for the first time, he looked tired.

Clearly, he was also close to the end of his life.

Drip, drip, drip!

The drops of blood were like Bright Crystal dewdrops rolling on his Jade-like skin and falling to the ground. They were like bright meteors that hit the ground.

It was as if there were meteors falling from the venerable sovereigns 'bodies. It was a beautiful sight.

"In all of history, you are the first people to force me to this extent. If it was a few generations ago, you might have already killed me."

The venerable sovereign said coldly.

His expression was indescribably calm, and his slender and handsome body was like a Black Mountain peak, pressing down on people until they couldn't breathe.

"It's a pity that your numbers keep increasing with the times, and my combat power is also improving with the times. All improvements are mutual."