Chapter 920 A Bloody Battle of One Man

"Adoptive father, your health...!" Zhao Yin looked at the Book King worriedly.

"No problem!"

The Book King waved his hand: "Tell me, what's the situation, why are you asking me for help?"

Zhao Yin simply narrated the matter.

The Book King was more and more shocked as he listened.

His usually calm expression was also moved.

"30,000 SS-level evolvers, 400 SSS-level angels?"

After getting Zhao Yin's confirmation, he had to face his adopted son.

Even if it was a mid-level extraordinary civilization with a supreme being, it would probably die if it encountered such a powerful enemy even if it used up all the power of the world!

And the earth has only been blessed by God for more than a year...

This adopted son has a big secret hidden in him!

Soon, Zhao Yin mentioned the words of the angel leader before his death.

"The angel leader does not seem to be talking nonsense. The four-winged angel may really come." Zhao Yin said his conclusion.

The Book King frowned.

The four-winged angel, whose strength is already above that of ordinary demigods.

If he was in his prime, he might not be afraid, but now, he is injured on top of his body...

"Godfather, your body is important, there is no need to risk your life here, I have a life space, I can confidently take everyone with me and run away."

Zhao Yin mentioned running away again, and the Book King glared fiercely.

"I, the Book Master, have never fled without a fight in my life, Zhao Yin, my dear, as the leader of a world, all you want is to run away?"

There was a tone of regret in his voice.

Zhao Yin lowered his head, always feeling that his godfather's words were very hypocritical.

Back in the dream world, didn't you run faster than anyone else?

Of course, Zhao Yin didn't dare to say these words.

He also understood that if he left the earth today, it would be extremely difficult to take it back in the future.

Moreover, in the whole of Daxia, he could only take away the people in Guangzhou City now, what about the others?

They were scattered all over the place, and Zhao Yin couldn't find them one by one.

They will all become slaves of alien races, provide faith for the angels, and become blood food, generation after generation...

Zhao Yin did not dare to think about the despair in the darkness.

"The human race has been able to survive until now, never by escaping, but by relying on the hundreds of millions of my people, united and shedding blood on the battlefield of all races!"

The Book King straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, and the great majesty of the human king spread all over his body.

"The angels, the heart of destroying our human race is not dead, so what if they are the top races, our human race can still survive until now, not just because of begging for mercy!"

"This world is the hometown of my adopted son. If I can't even defend this world, how can I, the book, be worthy of being called a king?"

At this moment, a hint of fighting spirit rose in the Book King.

This fighting spirit is as high as the sky and as deep as the sea.

The old man's old figure stood there, half a head shorter than Zhao Yin, but his momentum was as vast as a world.

At this moment, Zhao Yin's mind was shaking wildly, and a surge of hot blood rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Adoptive father..."

The Book King raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and then said: "Put everything you want to take away into the life space, leave temporarily, and come back after a while!"

"You want to...?"

"Leave the rest to me. If I win, I will give you a hometown. If I die, you will..."

The Book King turned around, and his old eyes suddenly became kind: "You will join the ninth battlefield to protect hundreds of millions of people!"

Zhao Yin looked at the old man, and his throat suddenly became blocked.

At this moment, inexplicably, the old man in front of him gave him a fatherly feeling.

Only when his father was still there would he block everything for him and leave the safety behind to him, Zhao Yin.

He just called the old man his adoptive father, but he didn't expect that this old man who had lived for a million years was willing to fight for him.

"Zhao Yin, remember, you are also a member of our human race. When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

"There are treacherous people among the millions of human races, but we cannot lose faith in our ancestors because of this. Not everyone is like this. Most are like you and me!"

"Millions of human races have the same ancestor and the same blood flows in their bodies."

"Zhao Yin, I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you can think clearly."

"I hope that I am today, and you will be tomorrow!"

After the old man finished speaking, he stepped forward.

Zhao Yin couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The words of the Book King echoed in his heart, which could not be erased and could no longer be ignored.

"Boss!" Lu Ling's voice sounded behind him.

"Put away the Sky Barrier Pearl and let everyone gather." Zhao Yin said.

Guangzhou City no longer needed defense at this time. What was needed was a bloody battle.

The bloody battle of the old man alone.

Soon, the light curtain in the sky disappeared, and endless wind and snow fell on Guangzhou City again.

Nearly 10 million people in the city poured into the inner city square.

Zhao Yin took them all into the second life space one by one.

Soon, only the Book King and Zhao Yin were left in the whole city.

The old man had sat down under the statue of the beast god.

There was no comfortable and soft sofa, so he swept a piece of bluestone and sat cross-legged.

He let the wind and snow fall on his white hair.

The old man took out a purple crystal.

SSS-level extraordinary purple crystal!

He attached great importance to it and held it tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid of bumping it.

Then the old man carefully absorbed the energy in the purple crystal, and the injuries in his body recovered very slowly.

Zhao Yin walked over.

"Why don't you leave?" the old man urged.

"Foster father, there is a place to stay here." Zhao Yin pointed to the Beast God Hall nearby.

Lu Ling and others took away only important supplies, and the furniture in the Beast God Hall was still there.

The old man shook his head: "I like wind and snow."

Zhao Yin flipped his hand and took out a thousand bottles of big blue snake gallbladder and his only bottle of... SSS-level healing potion!

"Foster father!"

The old man's eyes changed a little, and he smiled kindly: "Respect me!"

As a king, he is in a high position, but the Ninth Battlefield has always been in short supply of high-level healing potions.

Even for him, it is not an unlimited supply.

The Book King, first fought Emma, ​​deliberately injured, just to give an explanation to the Ten Thousand Races Contract.

Later, he fought against the God of Decay, narrowly escaped death, and was saved by Zhao Yin.

His injuries have not healed yet, and he sniped the nine demigods of the Wood Clan again, adding to his injuries...

There are not many healing drugs left.

Although for him, even if it was an SSS-level healing potion, the healing effect was not that great, but it was better than nothing.

Zhao Yin thought of something and took out all the types of extraordinary wine, ten barrels of each.

Then, he took out the three pieces of SS-level extraordinary food, crab roe buns.

As for the snake gall jam, the effect was not as good as the SSS-level healing potion, so Zhao Yin did not take it out.

Finally, Zhao Yin was even more ruthless and took out the bottom treasure of the box, the king-level potential pill.

All piled in front of the Book King.

The Book King saw him taking out one by one, each of which was an extremely rare treasure.

The old man's eyes became more kind.