With the Flame Giant Dragon drawing fire in front, Job didn't notice the movement behind him at all.
"Puff!"
A sound like tearing deflated leather rang out.
Mei Weiya's palm quietly sank into Job's fat flesh, and overwhelmed the body, blasting a hole in it.
A physique comparable to a Third Tier Expert was utterly useless.
"Ah!"
Job roared in pain, his eyes bursting with intense black light, and the surroundings seemed to turn from day to night abruptly.
A massive phantom swelled in the darkness, exuding a terrifying aura.
It seemed...
To have faintly surpassed the Second Tier.
But the world's rules still exist; let alone just a demigod, even a Divine in this realm couldn't exert a power beyond the Second Tier.
"Death Sleep Bloodline?"
The Fire Dragon roared, its body spinning rapidly, wrapping the desperate Job tightly within.
At the same time, an aura of fear bloomed.
Fear Aura!
