My combat prowess may not rank among the top of all the Old Gods, but as a god who has survived from the Ancient Era to the present, there are few who can match my survival skills.
You two, why don't you merge with me as well!"
Although what both sides said meant something completely different, it unexpectedly came together seamlessly without a flaw.
Then countless writhing roots of the mistletoe surged towards Lilith, the Kraken, and all the living beings on the sea surface.
In theory, no one could stop her from reaping her harvest anymore.
"No, there is still one last possibility."
With a face ashen, Lilith silently glanced at the Kin behind her and the half-dead Vlad III, "the Harvest Collection System" still had one last blood tax to be collected.
The Kraken, on the other hand, looked at the severely wounded Activated Byron behind him, as well as the always protective Activated Whale Hunter at his side, thinking there might be a slim chance if they devoured them now.
