Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

"Huh...I know...I know both!"

"But I... really can't help it!"

"The spirit race... the spirit race wants to live!"

"If I don't succumb to them, they will definitely take the Spirit Race to anger!"

"Hall Master! Please... let me go! Let go of the spirit race..."

Lingshang's head knocked on the ground, making a violent roar.

Fang Fan's eyes still seemed so silent from beginning to end.

There are some lies, I can actually believe myself when I say it...

But what about the facts? Is that really the case?

This kind of clumsy lie can't stand scrutiny at all, and even... a little verification, it will be cool!

"Is it?"

"It's not because you see that I don't have any hope of coming back alive, and those eighth-rank forces have promised your spirit race a ninth-rank force, so...you are moved?"

"Hehe... Some things don't require much scrutiny, of course, they can't be scrutinized!"

"If you hadn't led the way for the invaders, the formations of the Human Sovereign Palace might not be so easy to destroy, right?"

"Also... only you know the restrictions around the Desolate God Temple. After all, you were the great priest of the Desolate God Main Temple!"

"Your betrayal has caused heavy losses to the warriors of the palace!"

"Don't be so righteous, you are only yourself after all!"

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, the killing intent in his eyes quickly gathered together.

"The patriarch! Fight with him! Why should my spirit tribe succumb to the human race!"

"Yes! My spirit race is the supreme race!"

"Patriarch! They are not going to leave us alive anyway! Kill them!"

"Patriarch, I held a group of human races, let's escape!"

The discussion here is not over yet, on the other side, a group of fully armed soldiers of the human race did not know where they captured a group of human survivors...

How indifferent they look! They put the butcher knife on the necks of these human races, swearing their existence to Fang Fan in a persecuting manner.

Fang Fan's eyes gradually became indifferent... more and more indifferent...

"Kaitian...Kaitian was caught by them!"

"His Lord, save Kaitian!"

In the crowd, an old man came over, and Fang Fan glanced at it, and it was Jiang Cheng Zhou Patriarch Zhou Ba who came over anxiously.

In the distance, a group of spirit clan soldiers walked out carrying Zhou Kaitian with scars all over his body.

Generally speaking, people with injuries can be cured with a king-level healing card.

Since Zhou Kaitian still has so many injuries on his body, it can only explain one thing. He has suffered ten fatal injuries before, and he has used up the opportunity to use the healing card ten times a day.

So the current state is... Empty and Healing Card, but you can only use it tomorrow!

And just now, when Fang Fan led the army to kill all the invading forces, these spirit race soldiers sneaked into the Desolate God Temple and held Zhou Kaitian under the control.

The Lingshang on the side was already heartbroken.

But seeing Zhou Kaitian being held hostage, the eyes suddenly brightened...

He was very clear about Zhou Kaitian's position in Fang Fan's mind.

To put it bluntly, that is to be treated as a brother!

Captained him, Spirit Race, there may be hope!

Ling Shang ran to the ground, the surprise on his face even more!

"Fang Fan! Leave me and the Spirit Race! Otherwise Zhou Kaitian will die!"

"As long as our spirit race is still there, Zhou Kaitian can live!"