"Last time you lost to me, do you think you can win against me this time?"
Ning Fan's eyes blazed with an unparalleled, biting intent to kill, as the spiritual power around his body erupted violently, almost without any reserve.
Bang!
The Witch God was struck squarely by this surge of spiritual power, sent flying backwards and plummeting down Mount Everest.
Without pursuing to kill him, Ning Fan pressed his legs forcefully, transforming his figure into a shadow that dashed before the Wind God and the God of Fire.
"You..."
The God of Fire wore a look of astonishment, having not expected Ning Fan to send the Witch God flying with such ease.
"Shut up, insect!"
Ning Fan's face was indifferent, filled with a chilling murderous aura, appearing even more high and mighty than the so-called deities.
He reached out and grabbed hold of the God of Fire's head, fiercely infusing spiritual power into his body, filling his entire form, then erupted outward.
Bang bang bang!