Chapter 170

Kingsley and Pope, the two silver centaurs, heard this.

Immediately—

strands of silver-white, cold aura also surged from their bodies.

The three auras condensed together,

suddenly turning into a patch of silver-white mist,

shrouding those two wood dragons!

In an instant,

the aura of these two wood dragons dropped, and their power weakened!

A hint of fear even appeared in their eyes.

This is one of the most terrifying skills of the 'Silver Penetrator' profession.

A weakening skill!

And the more people who use it—

the more powerful it becomes!

"This is a systematic profession!"

"You... you even possess a profession altar? And the rank is not low!"

The pupils of Palad, Temple, and other demigods shrank.

They were secretly shocked in their hearts.

This newcomer is too strong!

"Can't compare to you all."

Li Li Li Yue said modestly.

He was very calm in his heart.

These things revealed were all inconsequential.

Anyway, he was confident—

in another few years or ten years,

his believers

would definitely be far more powerful than they were now!

"Kill!"

Andra shouted coldly, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

Skill—Silver Penetration!

Three thick silver lights streaked across the sky,

leaving deep silver marks.

"Roar...!"

Another scream.

One of the wood dragons was shot through, cold dragon blood spilled, and the corpse fell!

"Scatter."

Andra waved his hand.

Skill—Swift as Flight!

Three silver figures stepped on the treetops and scattered rapidly.

The last wood dragon roared and pursued them.

It cast dragon-language magic; vines filled the sky, wooden arrows rained down...

But they were all easily dodged by Andra and the others.

Not long after,

this wood dragon was also shot to death like a kite.

And on the other side—

it was much bloodier.

Three giant dragons were fighting hand-to-hand, spraying dragon breath at each other.

Occasionally, dragon-language magic flashed,

but the magic hitting the black dragon caused very low damage,

far less than a claw swipe.

Dragon blood was splattering.

Flesh was being torn open.

The three behemoths knocked down tree after tree, fighting madly.

"Roar!"

Suddenly,

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli opened her mouth wide, ignoring the attack of the other wood dragon,

and bit directly onto the head of one wood dragon.

Sharp dragon teeth pierced down fiercely!

The entire dragon head was crushed by her in one bite.

Bright red blood spilled.

It was bloody to the extreme.

Then—

she turned to look at the last wood dragon,

ignoring the large patches of shattered scales and churning flesh on her body,

her eyes full of cruelty and bloodlust.

She killed it fiercely!

Finally—

she plunged her dragon claws into the wood dragon's heart area and dug out the still-beating heart!

"Ang!"

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli raised her head and roared excitedly.

"Congratulations, you have passed the second level of the God-Making Tower. Will you continue the challenge?"

A gray message flowed before Li Li Li Yue.

"Continue."

Li Li Li Yue said.

"You... you're continuing?"

"Don't tell me you still have legendary-grade believers!"

The God of Mist felt a jolt in his heart and swallowed hard.

The other demigods

also looked at Li Li Li Yue in horror.

Fourth-turn demigod???

Hasn't been a god for even a hundred years???

"... indeed have some."

Li Li Li Yue smiled slightly.