Get the hell out of here!

This voice spoke the voice of Tamil, the will of the entire Titan continent that fused.

Immediately, Tamil swung out a fist with his left hand and his right hand.

Rumble!

The force of the violent concussion rippled in all directions with Tamil's right fist as the center.

Everything is easy.

However, the frenzy of destruction remains strong, deep, and irresistible.

Rumble!

Another punch.

Even though blood splattered from his right fist, Tamil still attacked with punch after punch.

Flesh splatters, then heals instantly.

Again and again, again and again......

His blood is boiling, his soul is burning, and his has been tempered more tenacious and stable in the impact after impact.

Almost immortal.

What doesn't kill Tamil will only make him stronger.

The creatures of the Titan continent all looked up.

Look at the huge figure of the sky.

Watch him fight the sky.

The light that bursts from the fist is comparable to the stars, the moon, and the sun, shining the world and bathing every living being.

This light contains Tamil's radiant blood, fighting spirit, spiritual thoughts, and the special energy that emanates from the collapse of heaven and earth, the world, and the higher beings.

You can improve at a glance, and you can have an epiphany after a while, even mortals can become gods because of this, and gods can break through their own limits and step to a higher level.

However, this does not give them the slightest sense of glory, and there is only endless decadence.

Even if they become gods, or even surpass them, they will still not be able to intervene in the battle that Tamil is fighting.

Because, Tamil grows faster than they do.

Even if you become a god, you still need to look up to Tamil, and even then you still can't see his true face.

He's right in front of him.

But it is out of reach.

He is still standing up to the sky, but his body is growing every day, even every minute and every second.

The heavens were lifted up by him.

The ground was trampled down by him.

He is the new world.

The frenzy of destruction is surging and surging, like dominoes, constantly accumulating energy.

Tamil is precisely that last domino.

All the energy is concentrated on him, if he goes with the flow, this destructive force will not cause him any substantial damage, if he resists the opposite, then all the power will bombard him.

Now, Tamil not only did it, but successfully withstood the strongest blow.

The Destruction Frenzy has destroyed countless worlds, surging over an unknown number of distances, accumulating more energy than can be imagined.

According to the way dominoes conduct energy, no existence in the world can survive this force.

However, Tamil survived and stood up.

Even if he was crushed hundreds of millions of times in the process.

He's alive after all.

And after delivering the strongest blow, the Destruction Frenzy needs to accumulate for a long time to re-deliver the same level of heavy blows.

However, Tamil will not give it a second chance.

Rumble!

A punch slammed into the dark sky.

The sky shook slightly, like a sewer cover being poked and bounced a few times.

Rumble!

Another punch......

The dominoes not only failed to overpower the last piece, but was also pushed back by this one, righted and reversed in a burst of crunching sounds.

Moreover, the power of this kind of righting and reversing is getting stronger and stronger.

Click!

Click!

Click......

It's like dominoes colliding, it's like gears turning, it's more like fate rubbing......

In short, Tamil's actions involve a supreme being, an unknown force, a rule.

This sound goes on and on.

No one knows how much it lasts, let alone how long it will last.

A young elf flies into the sky.

He flew all the way and stopped all the way.

He rested on Tamil's toes for a while, and on Tamil's knees for a few more days, and the higher he went up, the more difficult it was to fly, the longer the time wasted, and when he encountered a strong flow of energy, he was even blown back.

In this way, stopping and stopping along the way, advancing and retreating, he finally changed from a young elf to an old elf.

"Your Majesty......"

Tamil instantly stopped throwing his fist.

"What about the elf last time?"

"Your Majesty, my father has passed away."

Tamil was silent for a long time, "How many years?" Did the queen give birth? ”

"Your Majesty, time has gone out of order. The sand in the hourglass is no longer indecent. The queen is not yet alive. ”

Tamil didn't wait for the elf to speak, "Time magic is useless, what are you doing here?" ”

"Your Majesty, I am not married, I have no heirs, and there will be no next messenger."

Tamil hummed to indicate that he understood.

Immediately, another punch was struck.

The elf closed his eyes in contentment—his father's will was finally completed.

As for themselves......

He jumped over the Tamil ear.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go back alive...... The sky is indeed high, but the world is too narrow, and it won't take long to hit a wall...... Let me sleep forever in this free sky. ”

After the messenger left, Tamil roared, and the speed and frequency of his fist swing suddenly doubled.

Double!

Double!

Rumble!

Tamil's hand pierced the sky.

But soon, he realized that it was only one layer of the story, and that there was another layer behind it.

Rumble!

One punch!

Another layer was shattered.

Like peeling an onion, the sky shatters, disappears, and rises in the process.

Tamil's curved spine straightened little by little, and his left hand, which was trying to hold the sky, was free, and he joined the battle together.

The elves who are about to hit the wall are ready to meet death, but the barriers in front of them disappear layer by layer, and the world becomes wider and wider......

However, he flew too fast, and the speed of world expansion could not keep up with the speed of his flight.

If nothing else, it will still hit a wall and shatter its bones.

Tamil also noticed this detail.

"Damn, open it for me!"

He clenched his right hand into a fist and waved it flatly.

He didn't know why he was doing it.

All he knew was that when he made this move, a strange force responded to him.

An axe appeared in his hand.

The axe, the barbarian's favorite production tool and combat weapon.

The axe in the palm of the Tamil is the embodiment of the spiritual ideas of countless barbarians from generation to generation.

Their understanding, admiration, fanaticism, affection, and even faith in the axe are all condensed and revealed through the Tamil hand.

Open!

The elven messenger found that a dazzling light fell from the sky, instantly filling the field of vision and bathing the whole body.

There is no power in that power that destroys the world and destroys the world.

No, heaven and earth are not worth mentioning at all in the face of such power.

Card Scratch ......

The blade of the axe collided violently with the barrier of the world formed by the frenzy of destruction,

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