Some have not yet woken up, and those who have woken up are all in wheelchairs.

There is no strength to fight at all.

Even Lin Fan, the Great Sage, and the First Emperor were all almost exhausted.

But even so, the only option is to fight to the death!!

Mr. Jin also understood the worry in Lin Fan's eyes: "Can you still hold on?"

"If you can't hold on, you have to fight." Lin Fan rubbed his eyebrows: "Gods will not ask you whether you can hold on or not. They will only come back again and again, and then conquer."

"I have to take a rest. You should go and rest quickly." Lin Fan exhaled, holding the knife and sitting cross-legged on the Great Wall: "Bring some corpses of gods, the First Emperor and the Great Sage, how much can the three of us recover?

how many."

And at this moment.

"Didi didi."

The satellite phone on Lin Fan's waist suddenly rang.

Lin Fan picked up the phone. Before he could speak, he heard a dull roar from over there. General Mike lowered his voice and said, "It's been twenty-four hours."

"We can't hold on any longer. Those gods are about to invade the shelter."
Chapter completed!