At this moment, the sandstorm enveloping the world was like a painting, erased line by line by Rod, the eraser.
Hahaha!
Faster!
A little faster!
I want to mow down all the dark weeds!
Call me the King of Grass Cutting!
Countless monsters were instantly killed by Rod's "Soul Vision," but the curse of the Black Fog followed.
In the dream realm, the speed of humanity's decline reached its limit instantly, yet couldn't resist the erosion of the soul.
The doll shouted: "Master, slow down, slow down, can't take it anymore!"
But at this time, Rod was in high spirits, how could he stop?
"Book, give me a solution!"
The Book of Knowledge was immersed in the pleasure of repairing the tower, hearing Rod's words, it raised its head and saw the frenzied absorption of the Soul Without Spirit, it knew the master was mowing.
"No problem, Master, go ahead, keep going hard, crazy, strong, don't stop, I'll take care of the rest."
