Chapter 1,108: The Abyssal Saint King

grip on Tang Wulin's hand. His voice was low and resonant, echoing slightly in the forest. 。"Don't worry about your companions, just worry about yourself." 。Don't worry, Nightmare won't do anything to...At that moment, he suddenly felt that compared to these senior comrades of the Blood God Camp, he really wasn't anything. 。At first, when he took over for Blood Nine, there was a sense of smug satisfaction in his heart. But now, at this moment, that smugness has completely vanished. 。In its place, there was an indescribable reverence. 。Leaving the Blood God Formation, Tang Wulin immediately felt the changes in his body. His aura rapidly plummeted. 。It plummeted several notches in an instant. 。Without the guidance of the Blood God Formation, he would be unable to utilize the power of the planes. 。The blood legion's soldiers, after a moment of stunned cries, their cries transformed into cheers unlike anything ever heard before. 。Cheers erupted like a geyser. 。 Blood Nine, alive! The hero in their hearts, he didn't die! And that existence suspended in mid-air was even a great hero who saved the entire army! In this moment, Tang Wulin's image in their hearts had already become incredibly tall 。even exceeding the legion commander and all the blood godsg his right hand, a flash of gold appeared, and the Golden Dragon Spear was already in his grasp. 。Facing this, he could no longer bother to fully conceal himself in front of Lan Bufzi. 。Without usin...