"Win?"
The Dragon Elephant Main God seemed to have just heard the funniest joke under the heavens; he never expected that a junior from the Lower Five Realms would actually entertain the notion of defeating him.
Even the long-spear wielding man, along with the other four figures in Black Robe, had their mouths agape.
Surviving under the hand of the Dragon Elephant Main God was already a tale to send shivers down one's spine, and now they dreamed of victory?
Did they truly believe the Creation Realm was just a stray dog on the roadside, a thing to be trampled by any passing fool?
Right now, it seemed only Jiu Bailu believed Mu Fusheng was being dead serious.
Just as they were caught in these thoughts, the Dragon Elephant Main God's expression subtly changed.
Around him—at four points where Mu Fusheng had shifted just moments before—a talisman hovered at each quadrant, flickering with lightning and a green aurora!
At the same time, each talisman was entwined by golden threads.
