Now in this place there is no such division of strength as the Sun-Moon Realm, Immortal and Demonic Realm, etc. Everyone's strength is almost equal.
Now whoever has more people will have the upper hand.
It was obvious that Ye Wudao and his group had the upper hand because they had more people.
So it’s better not to confront the other party head-on.
The God Lord and Tiger King were running in front, while Ye Wudao and others were chasing after them.
It's easy to seize a great opportunity to kill the God Lord and the Tiger King, but you can't miss it.
In order to speed up, King Tiger shrunk down to normal size and became extremely embarrassed.
The shame in his heart was overwhelming: "You bastard, if you dare to force me to reveal my true form, I will eat your flesh and drink your blood sooner or later!"
After running for about half an hour, the Tiger King suddenly lowered his voice and said: "God Lord, have you noticed anything unusual?"
The Lord God ran all the way and was so tired that he was out of breath. He said with difficulty: "Why does it feel like it's getting hotter as we go forward?"
King Tiger nodded: "Well, the temperature ahead is very high. It's not a good idea for us to continue running forward."
Their physical bodies cannot withstand such high temperatures.
The Lord God thought for a moment and said: "Change direction to the right."
But before they had time to change direction, two figures suddenly appeared in front of them.
The two figures, one tall and one short, ran quite awkwardly.
While running, he shouted: "Stop, stop quickly, don't keep running."
It’s the sound of old wild ginseng and little squirrel!
Finally found these two people.
What do the words they shout mean?
Ye Wudao shouted: "Old ginseng, little squirrel, what are you running for?"
The little squirrel said: "Hurry, run back quickly, the sun is catching up and it's heating me up to death."
Laoshan saw that the little squirrel was too slow, so he simply picked it up and said, "Run back quickly, this huge solar energy will burn you to death."
Big sun?
Burn people to death?
Everyone looked behind Laoshan Ginseng.
About two miles behind them, golden sunlight fell from the sky and fell on the world.
The sun is warm, not dazzling, and doesn't look too hot.
Are the old wild ginseng and the little squirrel running away from the sunshine?
Ye Wudao shouted: "Old mountain ginseng, are you running away from that beam of sunshine?"