Crack!
Liu Jun awoke with a start.
Ah?
Did I actually get killed?
"A rare experience, for the first time in my life I've been defeated, and by a nobody in the parallel universe."
He pressed his temples, saying somewhat resignedly:
"It's a pity that essentially over there I'm a Death God not good at fighting, not the God myself taking action."
Even so, Liu Jun felt that the figure had a level of about two hundred Divine Eras, extremely powerful.
Furthermore, the timing of the opponent's attack was perfect!
Even if it were Bal, the God of Magic of the Sixth Tier, who just sank to the bottom of the black hole, exhausted and battered, he wouldn't be a match for that guy.
Only the exploding Seventh Tier Fortuna, through the divination of fate, could sneak to the bottom, battered and bruised, yet still manage to win with a weaker force and foresee the opponent's moves, hanging them up for a beating.
After all, everyone is at the Sixth Tier.
