Inheritance of an alien civilization, King of the Divine Court...
The few surviving gods had flickering eyes, confirming the previous hypothesis.
If it weren't for their lack of skill and the hopeless odds, even if it meant risking their lives, they would take down Ma Ran.
At this moment, there were still twenty seconds left before the powerful reinforcements arrived on the battlefield!
Fifteen seconds...
Ten seconds!
Ma Ran, who was originally boasting, "suddenly realized" the problem, the arrogance on his face disappeared without a trace, and even showed a bit of panic.
Moments later, this panic gradually evolved into undeniable fear and despair.
He looked at the several gods with eyes wide open and finally focused his gaze on [Shocking Flame], gritting his teeth, "Such quick reaction! Such a big move!"
"Amidst the chaos, you can still dispatch a Middle Rank God..."
"Fate dictates, the sin is not mine."
At this point, Ma Ran grimly smiled.
