Chapter 1150

Lazarus leaned closer to Nash nervously.

“What is it? I don’t seem to hear anything!”

Nash shone his flashlight on the two-meter-tall bronze statue.

The statue held an ax in both hands. He had a ferocious grin on his face. His eyes were as wide as bells.

Just one look would make one’s heart tremble.

Nash looked into the statue’s eyes, and a majestic voice suddenly came into his ears. “Kneel…”

The voice was like thunder.

Nash’s energy and blood surged. The mental power in his mind almost collapsed.

He used his true energy to resist this pressure.

Spider-web-like cracks spread in all directions on the stone bricks underfoot.

“My ass! Eight Desolate Crumbling Fist!”

Nash gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and punched out.

explosion rang out and shook the entire tomb violently.

bronze statue in the chest, and the statue slid five

majestic pressure dissipated

“That’s it?”

statue slid swiftly across the ground and arrived

the two giant axes in

punched out again.

caused cracks to appear

bronze statue was

intending to smash the

thunderous voice came.

air in front of

ax

in both

sharp cut capable of destroying heaven

a hunch that this ax was enough to cut him in half.

Divine Farmer’s

Farmer’s Cauldron was blown away by the

crack appeared on the cauldron.

What the fuck?

The cauldron was a magical weapon,

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