Chapter 1,108: The Abyssal Saint King

Wulin's Golden Dragon Spear did not manifest a spear beam, not because he was unable to release it, but because he intentionally refrained from doing so. The released spear beams were far less sharp...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 godsfe Seed absorbing the World Seeds and giving feedback to him. 。A faint smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face, his eyes radiating a faint glow. The golden dragon spear in his hand shone brightly, pointi...