A Different Race Was Even Juicier!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Strength race had won!
"Hahahaha!" Kan Niba, who was holding the Azure Dragon Cosmic Blade, laughed loudly towards the sky. Large tears fell from his tiger eyes.
The divine power in his body was chaotic, and his huge body kept trembling. It was impossible to tell if he was crying or laughing.
His emotions fluctuated violently.
"This is a man with a story." Wang Ye stood at the side and looked at the number one warrior of the Likan race.
Up ahead, Hankun King's Supreme-level corpse had been shredded.
Even though his internal cosmic had long been taken away by Kan Niba, the treasures he wore were still there.
However, with Kan Niba at the side, he couldn't take it so brazenly.
After all, he was not the one who killed the mini BOSS.
"Sorry for embarrassing myself before you, little brother." Kan Niba calmed his emotions and spoke in a deep voice.