The Slaughter Faction’s final defensive line bristled with anti-World life form equipment arranged in dense formation. Any World life forms that entered its range would face a barrage of heavy fire. On top of that, every World life form under the Slaughter Faction’s command was stationed there.0

Even with eighteen World Bone Dragons and the World units from his divine realm, Han Wu still felt his strength was insufficient against the final defensive line. It was like a football match where the opposing team had crammed every single player in front of the goal. How was anyone supposed to score? 0

“This is going to be tough,” Han Wu said.0

Upon hearing that, Jing Jing stepped forward and stood beside him. “My God, I will stand with you until the very last moment!” 0

Han Wu glanced at her and smiled. “You make it...0