The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Who do you think I am?"

The boy looked at Chen Feng with a half-smile.

Chen Feng's gaze was full of caution.

Before he could even speak.

A strange fluctuation emanated from underground.

Chen Feng tensed up and quickly said, "Be careful, it's a chosen one!"

The group, who had been feigning sleep, instantly woke up.

Chen Feng didn't speak, but quickly made a few hand gestures.

Sun Miao and his group understood instantly.

Underground!

The concrete floor arched slightly, allowing for rapid movement.

The hard cement flowed like water before that chosen one of the gods, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The boy's lips curled into a slight smile: "Interesting."

next second.

A large hand burst from the ground, its target Sun Miao's right foot.

They wanted to drag Sun Miao underground.

However, as soon as the chosen one showed his face, dozens of throwing knives were blasted at him.

The throwing knife whistled through the air and flew precisely toward its target.

The divinely favored one that burst forth from the ground didn't even have time to see the attack clearly.

His body was pierced by throwing knives and short blades, and he quickly burrowed underground.

Only a trail of blood remained on the ground.

Having failed in his sneak attack, the chosen one completely abandoned his disguise.

A series of cold shouts came from outside: "People of the Dragon Kingdom, this is the territory of the Holy Elephant Kingdom."

"The Kingdom of Holy Elephant does not welcome you."

"Go back to where you came from!"

The voice carried a strong sense of hostility.

Chen Feng turned his body toward the door and made a forward gesture.

The others immediately followed.

They walked out of the building.

Outside, more than twenty figures surrounded them.

They were dressed in matching black uniforms, their faces bearing a fierce expression.

Chen Feng glanced around and saw that the guy who had failed in his sneak attack was also inside.

"There were twenty-three people in total, all of whom were favored by the gods."

"Average combat strength is 2000+."

Chen Feng whispered a reminder to his companion.

Although this group is not as strong as himself, they have the advantage of large numbers.

The boy next to Chen Feng looked at him with great interest.

He seemed curious about what Chen Feng had said.

"Combat strength?"

He repeated Chen Feng's words: "Is this how you people categorize their strength?"

"interesting."

The boy's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Chen Feng looked at the boy: "How about we cooperate for once?"

He could handle this group of divinely favored individuals, but having such an unstable element by his side would prevent him from fully utilizing his abilities.

Unless, he is also drawn into this battle.

Upon hearing this, the boy quickly shook his head: "That won't do."

He refused decisively.

"Today I abstain from killing."

Chen Feng's gaze was deep and somber.

"Then you'd better stay right where you are!"

The boy immediately raised his hands.

He opened his palm to indicate that he posed no threat.

The leader of the chosen ones on the opposite side stepped forward, his eyes coldly fixed on Chen Feng and his group.

"It seems you're not prepared to heed my suggestion..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

An invisible force erupted from Chen Feng.

That power was as vast as the sea, covering the sky and the earth.

It had no sound, no form, yet it carried an unstoppable pressure.

All those favored by the gods felt their heads suddenly sink.

A violent wave of dizziness washed over me.

Their vision blurred, and the world began to spin.

The dizziness subsided quickly the next second.

When they opened their eyes again, their surroundings had completely changed.

The once empty streets have vanished, replaced by a pitch-black wilderness.

The ground was slippery and wet, and the air was thick with the smell of decay.

"Hiss..."

A slight friction sound came from all directions.

The sounds became more frequent and clearer.

Those favored by the gods looked down.

Countless venomous snakes emerged from the soil and wriggled from the cracks in the rocks.

Black, green, brown...

They wriggled and crawled toward him.

The snake scales reflected a faint light in the darkness.

The snake flicked its tongue, making a faint sound.

The number of venomous snakes is outrageous.

They covered the ground like a living carpet.

The leader of the chosen ones froze, exclaiming in surprise, "Holy crap! What is this?!"

He spoke instinctively, no longer in the language of the Dragon Kingdom, his voice filled with terror.

The chosen ones nearby also made chaotic shouts.

They brandished their weapons.

Swords flashed and elemental forces exploded.

Flames erupted, lightning flashed, and ice spikes whistled.

Each attack killed a large number of venomous snakes.

The snake's body was cut off, burned, and frozen.

However, these attacks did not bring any relief.

More venomous snakes emerged from the darkness.

They came one after another, seemingly endless.

The carcasses of the slain venomous snakes piled up like mountains, but new snakes immediately filled the gaps.

They were moving faster and faster, getting closer and closer to the chosen ones.

"These... these things are endless!" A god-chosen one's voice trembled.

His blade was covered in a foul-smelling liquid, and fear gripped his nerves.

At this moment, he had completely lost his will to fight, and his body began to retreat unconsciously.

The leader of the chosen ones forced himself to remain calm.

He watched as the venomous snakes, killed and immediately replaced, were killed.

He looked at the snake bodies that were still writhing even after being cut into several pieces.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

"Is this an illusion?" he muttered to himself, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

The next second, he suddenly raised his voice.

"Yes, this must be a hallucination!"

"These venomous snakes don't just appear out of nowhere, unless it's a hallucination."

His voice sounded particularly jarring amidst the chaos.

He tried to make his words powerful, to convince himself and his companions.

"These are all fake; they can't hurt us!"

He had barely finished speaking.

A black venomous snake suddenly darted out from the swarm of snakes.

It was incredibly fast, almost a black shadow. It evaded the attacks of the chosen ones and quickly climbed onto one of their bodies.

It wrapped around his arm, its cold scales clinging to his skin.

The chosen one tried to shake it off, but the serpent's strength was beyond imagination.

The venomous snake opened its mouth, its two sharp fangs gleaming coldly, and bit down hard on the neck of the chosen one.

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out instantly, the sound filled with unbelievable pain.

The chosen one trembled violently, clutching his neck as blood gushed from between his fingers.

He collapsed.

His body convulsed on the ground, and the bitten skin began to turn black.

You call this an illusion, fake, and harmless?

Grass! ! !

These words exploded in the minds of all those favored by the gods, completely overturning their understanding.

The boy beside him, however, watched everything with a calm and collected expression.

He looked at Chen Feng, then at the group of people who were standing there in a panic.

There was no fear on his face, but rather a hint of curiosity.

"Mental illusion."

The boy spoke in a low voice, which was soft but carried a hint of amusement.

"You do have some skill."