Gods, if they die, they will die, completely cut off, and the smoke will disappear, and there will be no residue left, and there will be no chance to be a ghost.

So Gonggong knew that the two Gonggongs, his close relatives, were truly and completely finished! And he himself was seriously injured, and the blood-transforming flying knife was desperately eroding his body, that is, eroding his soul. He was breathing in a breath, and his body might collapse and completely disappear at any time.

After gasping for a few times, no longer caring about nonsense, Gonggong waved two scimitars, and brought out crescent-shaped sword shadows that were ten thousand feet long, roaring towards the dense clan coalition forces ahead.

"Kill, kill, kill! Those who are enemies of Gonggong clan, kill!" Gonggong clan howled almost madly, and fell into a state of hysterical madness. Two invincible scimitars swept across the battlefield, and large areas were injured by poisonous insects. The clan warriors who were staggering and inconvenient in their movements were shattered by the sword light.

Ji Hao stood there motionless, his huge spiritual consciousness spread out like water waves, locking the destroyed altar tightly.

The altar was destroyed and had been pulled to the remaining eight altars. The eight altars were trembling wildly and were on the verge of collapse under the fierce struggle of the Gonggong clan. Twenty-seven previous generations of Gonggong, except for the Kuimen, among the eight altars, there were eleven other Gonggong barely maintaining their bodies without disintegration.

Fifteen Gonggongs were cut into plasma without any ability to fight back after a fierce slash from the blood-transforming flying knife.

The blood-transforming flying knife swallowed the plasma transformed by Gonggong's family. The nine blood-transforming flying knife became more fierce and more powerful. Eleven Gonggong in the eight altars were injured more severely, and they were about to be killed on the spot.

The giant poisonous insect controlled by the Chu Wu lineage suddenly roared, and opened its mouth and sprayed a sticky black venom at the Gonggong family who was killing the world.

Gonggong's body shook, and turned into a large scattered wave of water and escaped into the flood. The venom of the arrow spanned the void. It failed to touch Gonggong's hair, but instead hit the damaged altar again, smashing the broken array base of the altar to a complete shatter.

The nine chain altars cracked open, and the nine blood-transforming flying swords made a clanging roar, losing the traction of the formation base. The blood-transforming flying swords felt the attraction of Ji Hao's blood, and turned into nine blood-colored rainbows and flew into the air, sank into Ji Hao's body one after another.

The eleven people, who were seriously injured and whose bodies were constantly turning into blood, rushed out of the altar. They roared to the sky, and their eyes followed the direction of the blood rainbow brought by the blood-transforming knife. Their sharp eyes crossed billions of miles away, locking onto Ji Hao.

"The human race is a small and miscellaneous!" The eleven Gonggong clans cursed in unison. They flew into the sky with difficulty, and their breath was surging like a dragon. The black divine power turned into a large cloud and swept the sky. Whether it was floods, heavy rain, or water columns falling from the sky, they were absorbed by their bodies and turned into boiling water energy and continuously injected into their bodies.

After leaving the deadly altar and being replenished by the endless water power of the twelve water worlds, although the Gonggongs' bodies were still dripping with viscous and filthy plasma, the tendency of physical collapse was alleviated.

They hissed and cursed wildly, and all of them reported their names!

Countless water monsters in the eight dragon gates behind Kuimen were as hysterically crazy as if they were injected with chicken blood. They all set off waves and rushed towards Kuimen with eleven Gonggongs.

"Kill all the human race and dominate Pangu!" A Gonggong roared hysterically.

Originally, their plan was to enslave the human race, but they were almost shattered by the blood-transformed flying knife. The Gonggongs' anger towards the human race has reached its peak. They don't want to enslave the human race anymore. Slaves, how can these ignorant water monsters be useful?

Kill all the human race and dominate the Pangu world!

"Kill, kill, kill!" The endless waves rolled in and counterattacked towards Kuimen.
Chapter completed!