Lord of the Low Version System

Get back here!

This sound expressed Taimu's heartfelt voice, which merged with the will of the entire Titan Continent.

Immediately, Tamil raised his left hand to the sky and punched out with his right hand.

boom!

The violent concussive force rippled in all directions centered on Tamil's right fist.

Everything changes.

However, the wave of destruction is still strong, deep and irresistible.

boom!

Another punch.

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

Flesh and blood splattered, and then healed instantly.

Again and again, again and again...

His blood is boiling, his soul is burning, and his body has been tempered with impact again and again to become tougher and more stable.

Almost immortal.

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

All the creatures in Titan Continent looked up.

Looking at the huge figure holding up the sky.

Watch him fight against the sky.

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

This light contains Tamil's radiant blood, fighting spirit, spiritual thoughts, and the special energy emitted when the heaven and earth, the world, and higher-level existences collapse.

You can improve at a glance, and you can gain enlightenment after a short glance. Even mortals can become gods through this, and gods can break through their own limits and reach higher levels.

However, this cannot give them any sense of glory, but only endless decadence.

Even if they become gods, or even transcend gods, they still cannot interfere in the ongoing battle in Tailm.

Because Tamil grows faster than them.

Even if he becomes a god, he still needs to look up to Tamil, but even so, he still cannot see his true face.

He is right in front of you.

But it is beyond our reach.

He was still upright, but his body was growing every day, every minute and every second.

The sky was lifted up by him.

The ground was stepped on by him.

He is the new world.

The wave of destruction is surging, rolling in waves, like dominoes, constantly accumulating energy.

Tamil is precisely that final domino.

All the energy is concentrated on him. If he goes with the flow, this destructive force will not cause any substantial harm to him. If he resists, all the force will bombard him.

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

The wave of destruction destroyed countless worlds, traveled an unknown distance, and accumulated energy beyond the limit of imagination.

According to the energy transmission method of dominoes, no existence in the world can survive this force.

However, Tamir survived and got back on his feet.

Even if he was shattered into pieces hundreds of millions of times in the process.

He is alive after all.

After sending out the strongest blow, the wave of destruction needs a long period of accumulation to hit the same level of heavy blow again.

However, Tamil will not give it a second chance.

boom!

A punch hit the dark sky.

The sky shook slightly, as if the sewer cover had been poked and bounced a few times.

boom!

Another punch...

Not only did the domino fail to overwhelm the last piece, but it was pushed back by this piece, righting and reversing amidst bursts of crunching sounds.

Moreover, this righting and pushing back force is getting stronger and stronger.

Click!

Click!

Click...

It's like dominoes colliding, like gears turning, more like fate rubbing against each other...

In short, Tamil's actions involve a supreme existence, an unknown power and rules.

This sound goes on and on.

No one knew how long it lasted, let alone how long it would last.

A young elf flew into the sky.

He flies all the way and stops all the way.

He rested on Tamil's toes for a while, and then rested on Tamil's knees for a few days. The higher he went, the harder it would be to fly, and the longer he would waste. If he encountered a strong energy flow, he would even be blown back. .

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

His Majesty……

Tamir instantly stopped punching.

Where was the elf from last time?

Your Majesty, my father has passed away.

Taimu was silent for a long time, How many years has it been? Has the queen given birth?

Your Majesty, time has been messed up. The sand in the hourglass is no longer obscene. The Queen is not yet born.

Tamil didn't wait for the elf to speak, The time magic is useless, right? What else are you doing here?

Your Majesty, I am not married and I have no children. There will be no next messenger.

Taimu hummed to show that he understood.

Then, another punch came out.

The elf closed his eyes with satisfaction - his father's will was finally completed.

As for myself...

He leapt up and jumped off Tamil's ear.

I'm afraid I won't be able to go back alive... The sky is indeed very high, but the world is too narrow. I won't be able to fly for long before I hit the wall... Just let me sleep forever in this free sky.

After the messenger left, Tamir roared, and the speed and frequency of his fist punches suddenly doubled.

Double it!

Double it!

boom!

Tamil's hand shot through the sky.

But soon, he discovered that this was just one layer, and there was another layer behind it.

boom!

One punch!

Another layer was shattered.

Like peeling an onion, the sky shatters and disappears layer by layer, rising as it disappears.

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

The elf who is about to hit the wall is ready to face death, but the barriers in front of him disappear layer by layer, and the world becomes wider...

However, he flew too fast, and the world's expansion speed could not keep up with his flying speed.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will still hit a wall and be shattered into pieces.

Thamel also noticed this detail.

Damn it, open it!

He made a fist with his right hand and waved it flatly.

He didn't know why he made this move.

He only knew that when he made this action, a strange force responded to him.

An ax appeared in the hand.

The ax is the favorite production tool and combat weapon of barbarians.

The ax in Tamil's palm is materialized, and the source of materialization is the spiritual ideas passed down from generation to generation by countless barbarians.

Their understanding, praise, enthusiasm, love, and even belief in axes are all condensed together and manifested through Tamil's handicrafts.

open!

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

That power contains the power to destroy heaven and earth.

No, heaven and earth are not worth mentioning at all in front of this kind of power.

Card rub...

The ax blade violently collided with the world barrier formed by the wave of destruction,

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