Godly System: From Fire to God

The three of them continued to talk with each other, keeping their eyes on the battlefield.

It is completely impossible to say that Lin Mo really doesn't feel distressed.

The second princes of the tiger people are spirit-level strength, and dealing with these ordinary soldiers is not as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Before Lilian arrived, this guy had killed at least a hundred soldiers.

Although Lin Mo didn't know these ordinary warriors, every warrior was trained using his marrow spirit firefighter. Every warrior could provide several times the power of belief of ordinary orcs. Lin Mo is naturally incomparable. Distressed.

During the period of talking with Karthus and Xiao Jin, the battlefield has been divided.

Lilian, Qingyou, and Ye Ning formed a small team, blocking the two princes of the tiger at the same time.

The civet tribe people formed a circle, kept a certain distance and waited aside, waiting for help at any time.

As for the ordinary soldiers, they all leave far away, so as not to be accidentally injured when they can fight.

Three saints who entered the eighth rank attacked the two princes of the tiger people at the same time, and they were still at a disadvantage.

The battle of the trapped beasts is still extremely fierce.

"My God, you three saints, really may not be able to beat this little tiger cub."

Karthus watched for a long time and couldn't help but speak.

"Of course, this little tiger has drunk a drop of my blood."

Xiao Jin said proudly.

"Hehe, since you are so powerful, just cut your neck and let these orcs drink blood every day."

Lin Mo glared at him with a sneer, and then Xiao Jin covered his mouth in embarrassment and smiled a few times.

The blood of the Dark Gold Flame Dragon is really powerful, and it can even raise a tiger who doesn't even reach the eighth level to the spirit level. If it is used on high-level combat power and the civet tribe, the effect is predictable.

But now Lin Mo had to think about whether he should help him.

Although there is only one level difference between the eighth rank and the spirit rank, the difference in strength is not just a little bit.

Just like the two imperial maids of Anshuang, they were also killed by Lin Mo in a second hit.

Qingyou and the three of them were cultivated by Lin Mo. If they were not worried, it would be impossible.

But Lin Mo looked at their eyes, still full of fighting spirit, without the slightest timidity or retreat.

"Keep watching, they don't need my help now."

Lin Mo sighed lightly and said slowly.

Karthus and Xiaojin also closed their mouths when they heard this, and waited patiently.

On the battlefield,

The second prince Tigerman dodged the combined force of Qingyou and Ye Ning again, and laughed softly.

"The saint is quiet, I admire your will and perseverance, but I have to remind you that there is no hope for you if this continues. The gap between the spirit level and the eighth level can not be made up by only three people. "

The second prince of Tiger people laughed.

His people have already withdrawn from other races of the coalition forces. At this time, he has nothing to worry about, so he is completely enjoying the battle.

"Second prince, you don't need to remind you. Since my **** can let go of everything to us, we will definitely be able to do it."

Said quietly and coldly.

"Hehe, God, it's all a lie in the end, if I didn't believe in any god, I wouldn't end up like this."

The second prince tiger's face sank and said angrily.