this moment.
The true gods on the earth who thought they had a chance are becoming stiffer and stiffer. His face was frightened and trembling.
The night goddess dare not say anything, she is more clever than a cat.
Mother Earth is sweating hard.
The eternal sun did not dare to shine, and tried its best to reduce its sense of existence.
The lord of the storm is no longer irritable.
The Second Five Dragons have been thinking about what kind of elegant posture that one should use if he appears in front of himself... directly and decisively crawl on the ground, and before he wrenches off his head, he expresses to him that he is willing to be a dog