The First God's Envoy Emerges

Dwight's golden spear continued to thrust forward, exerting a terrifying pressure that immobilized his opponent in place. The life-saving skill could only make the Second God's Envoy suffer more pain. As for the claim of restoring humanity, it was merely a delaying tactic.

Dwight was acutely aware of the virus of civilization. The will of humanity had already been extinguished, and reviving them was as difficult as resurrecting the dead. Even god-tier creatures couldn't accomplish this, so how could a high-tier third-level like Yaoxi?

A large amount of blood gushed out, staining the surrounding sea crimson. In a short period, Yaoxi was riddled with wounds, with no intact part of its body. Despair filled its eyes, having survived for countless ages, it never expected to meet its end at the hands of its own kind.

Dwight remained calm, his spear in hand emitting a sharp cry as it took Yaoxi's life completely.

"Well done!"