"Although Su Zhou has the strength to be the commander, theoretically enough to ensure his safety in the Beast God Realm, it will take less than a month for him to officially advance to the commander..."

Even though they were chatting with Sheng Sheng and recounting the situation and experiences along the way, the Taoist Saint was still full of worries: "The divine beasts in the Beast God Realm should be able to use the residual spiritual organs of their ancestors to temporarily exert their commanding power. Moreover, their use of the original ancestor's natal magical powers may be more proficient than Su Zhou's use of his own magical powers... After all, they are memories engraved in their bloodlines."

The Zhengguo's imitation of Taoism also has similar inheritance. For example, the Bai family worships the remains of four predecessors who have cultivated into the true body of the Western White Tiger. But to be honest, in the Zhengguo cultural circle... no, in the modern human cultural circle, they are all used for offerings, not for use. Unless life and death, who would use the corpses of the ancestors to fight?

But after all, divine beasts are beasts, not humans, so they naturally haven't thought about this issue. Moreover, in terms of combat experience, they may be stronger than Su Zhou.

With such worries, the instrument started.

The camera is connected.

But everyone present could only see a column of incandescent light that had filled the screen for more than half a month, sweeping across the sky.

You can vaguely see the gaps between the spiritual lights that dissipated the white light. In the continuous explosions all over the sky, there are some dense crowds of dense spots in the distance, suspected to be black spots of the spiritual beast army, falling from the sky like dumplings.

"?"

For a moment, the Taoist Saint, who was blinded by the white light, did not see the content on the screen clearly. He subconsciously frowned and said, "What's going on?"

And the next moment.

Everyone, including the Saint of Birth, the fortress staff present, and practitioners from other countries around the world, saw it.

A huge, strong, and powerful dragon claw swept through the front of the camera.

The dragon claws are covered with smooth and beautiful pale white scales. The claws are sharp. Just by gaze, they have the illusion that they are about to be torn apart. Under the cover of the dragon scales, the slowly agitating muscles have a sense of power that seems to have come from the ancient times of the wilderness.

This is a dragon's arm, and it is the very strong type!

Then, with incredible control, the dragon claw gently changed the camera to a place with the extremely sharp dragon claw, as if it was sandwiched in a layer of transparent scales.

Strangely, there is a small wheat grain in this layer of transparent scales... Why are there wheat grains here?

But at this time, no one has time to think about this issue.

Because, at this moment, in the distance.
Chapter completed!