Baal had been sitting on the edge of the bee tide for a long time, and his mutant flies had been breeding long enough to form a hurricane. The hurricane hovered around him from time to time, swallowing up the waves of bees that swam by, making his race stronger and stronger.

The old man sat cross-legged on the earth, his cloudy eyes looking at the earth covered with ghost leeches, and he looked at the figure walking alone, and the hideous snake beast behind the figure, his eyes flickering from time to time.

Zarik came slowly from a distance, and Baal didn't see Lo except for the snake beast that was nearly mature.

This Zarik, who was very good at disguising himself, did not seem to be afraid of the creature of ghost ice leeches, and his snake head, which had given birth to six heads and six tails, had become several feet long, as thick as a bucket, and the long snake letter swallowed, and as he walked, he lowered his head from time to time, swallowing one ghost ice leech after another into his belly.

"Zarik, you've finally appeared, my companion, I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and I'm even beginning to wonder if your desire to finally open the altar is as strong as I thought."

Barr slowly stood up, his cloudy eyes shining brightly, and there was a slight reproach in his gaze at Zarik.

He didn't mention Luo, the trouble of the production of the ghost ice leech group has been solved, and Luo has become dispensable, as for whether Luo is still alive or not, it doesn't make much difference to him.

If Lowe is still alive, Baal will find Lowe after he leaves here, and get what he wants from Lo when he has free time.

If Lowe dies, Barr will ask Zaric for Lo's body tissue to resurrect another Lo as his guinea pig. He prefers this approach, and Zarik probably won't refuse his own request.

"Lord Baal, I've delayed a little longer, just to be more sure that I won't be killed by you after opening the altar. After all, I haven't stepped into the sub-god throne yet, and my killing angel needs to be in maturity when I'm alone with you. ”

Zarik didn't see Lo either, and he even began to wonder if Barr had killed Lowe.

In the case that the two were suspicious of each other and wary of each other, Luo's whereabouts were deliberately ignored by the two.

"Then, the next wave of bees will be His Excellency Laubar."

Zarik saluted respectfully to Barr and stood at his side with his head bowed, while his head of a six-headed snake was raised in the air, staring warily at the hurricane in the distance.

Barr glanced at the serpent's head out of the corner of his eye, then turned and walked towards the barren land where countless hurricanes roamed.

Zarik had no worries about passing through the area safely, Baal's mental strength was strong enough to keep Zarik safe, and he was safe until the mysterious altar was opened.

As for opening the altar, Zarik didn't mind letting the aged sub-god experience the horror of being kissed by a god.

The snake beast behind him is not just a killing angel, it can eventually transform into eight heads and eight tails, just like the juvenile form when it has just hatched, and become the legendary Yaqi god.

Baal took his hurricane, took Zarik, and took the Yaki snake that Zarik had high hopes for, and walked into the bee tide and walked towards the criss-crossing hurricane.

As Barr went deeper, the countless red-eyed poisonous bees in the hurricane that blocked the path of the two of them began to actively avoid it as if they had been bewitched by their minds, until Barr's slightly rickety figure disappeared, and then they regained their tyrannical color.

The sub-gods with strong spiritual power are the nemesis of these poisonous bees, and their child-like consciousness is far from enough to fight against the sub-gods.

The hurricane that was vulnerable to Barr, the hurricane that G'oin avoided by cheating, became a chasm that Lowe could barely cross.

The radiant light from Luo's body could make the ghost ice leech fear and retreat, but it had no effect on this poisonous bee, which was not outstanding in appearance.

He stood on the edge of the area, his brow furrowed as he stared at the gathering hurricanes ahead.

Lo had been standing here long enough that he had even tried to force his way through it by means of spatial shifting, but eventually reluctantly moved back.

The price of forcing his way into the hurricane swarm was that Lowe had a few more swollen bulges on his arm, and he eventually captured a venomous bee.

This mutant poisonous bee is pitch black, with bright yellow patterns, and a sharp tip at the slender belly and tail.

Lo had already dissected the mutant bees, and they didn't have the slightest ability to show off, the only thing they had was a large colony, a neurotoxin with a keen sense of smell that was already violent.

Geuin should have reached the location of the tree of good and evil, and even obtained the fruits of good and evil. And Barr and Zarik must be crossing this area as well.

Lo didn't return to pick up Zarik, but Zarik should have his own way through the ghost leech's obstacles, right? Every master has secrets that others don't know and are enough to protect themselves.

Like Geonin's black sorcery, like Heine's Three Lives of Nirvana, like the other rulers of the wilderness who are nameless but always tenaciously active on the ice fields.

If he chooses to traverse this area desperately, Lowe should be able to do it. But he thought of the mutant spiders in the wilderness, and he wondered if it was possible to make these beings as terrifying as mutants his own companions, and even manipulate them.

The mutant spider swarm has a huge female spider that reproduces the entire group, and Luo devours its mutated tissue, comprehends the mutant poison, and finally becomes the king of the entire spider group.

And these mutant poisonous bees in front of them don't seem to have their own kings, or rather, their kings should be in the depths that Luo can't reach.

Luo looked down at the weak poisonous bee in his hand, it was so inconspicuous that it only needed a slight pinch from Luo to destroy it.

However, Lowe felt that he should be able to make it stronger, beyond his equally weak kind. The kings of the race always arise from those who are powerful.

Since you can't find your king, I'll make you a new king, a new king who is completely subordinate to Lo himself, and who can command these hurricanes!

Lowe decided to take some time out of it, not to take these hurricanes out of the land, but to add a killer move to his eventual victory.

A killer move against the sub-god Baal.

Not only does Lowe intend to snatch the opportunity that belongs to Baal, but he also intends to leave this sub-god, who has always coveted him, forever under this thick ice.