All the male ants must exert all their strength to dodge and evade.
Once he gets close, death is certain.
Consort Zhuang's face was extremely grim.
The Daluo Ant Clan may be undying.
However, each death requires them time to recover primordial qi and accumulate strength.
In this brief moment, their high-tier combat force lost a full one-twentieth!
"Burning God Blood Candle! Let's see how long your lifespan can burn."
Consort Zhuang couldn't catch up with Chen Nailuo's figure at all, she could only shout angrily: "Your cultivation has entered the realm of a demigod, indeed your lifespan is long. If it were the Giant Spirit, living for hundreds of thousands of years is not uncommon. Unfortunately, you are of the Human Clan! Every five hundred years, you must endure the Curse Tribulation of all gods! I'm waiting for the Curse Tribulation of all gods to descend, to see how you handle it."
Chen Nailuo's combat power now is indeed terrifying.
