My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1685

The sword forms collapsed, and the nine dragon souls flew backward. Nonetheless, they could not stop the fist from pounding toward Nash. Damn it! What the hell was this?

Nash's heart raced, and his scalp almost exploded. His first thought went back to the enormous skull. Could it be the revival of the god of the West? This idea took root in his mind as soon as it appeared.

Just as he was about to escape, he found himself frozen in place by an invisible force, unable to move at all. Even being an expert in the Profound Oriental Realm, he was suppressed by that invisible force. Just as the fist was about to hit Nash, a dilapidated building descended from the sky. In an instant, Nash broke free from the restraints and disappeared from the spot.

The dilapidated building slammed into the fist, cracking the giant fist's bones, making it retract back into the ground.

Shrouded in darkness, Nash heard footsteps behind him.

As he turned around, he saw a nearly 120-meter-tall skeleton striding toward him. At the top of the skeleton was the giant skull. At this moment, flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull, emitting a green light. Standing on top were the members of the Titan Guild.

Jenny sat cross-legged in the middle of the skull. Her face was pale, but her eyes were filled with excitement. The skeleton beneath her was the bones of a god, capable of killing Legendary Realm experts with just a finger. "Nash, come into the building quickly!"

On the seventh floor of the dilapidated building, Ryan stood by the window and shouted. Seeing this, Nash immediately flew into the seventh floor of the building.

Jenny's mouth curved slightly. She slowly raised her right hand, and a huge palm rose from the ground.

drew out the Nine Dragons Sword and cleaved down with Mountain

the skeletal palm but still did

with the sword horizontally. Nonetheless, it was as if the palm was carrying millions of tons of force. It even managed to crack the Nine

her hand, and the massive palm appeared in front of

Sword with

and the

Nash sprang out from between the fingers and smoothly entered the seventh

"Let's go!" Eric shouted.

out at an

long had passed before the dilapidated building landed with

seventh floor, Nash was sitting cross-legged, and his face was as pale as paper. Ryan squatted down and asked,

and said, "I'm fine, just some minor injuries to

mouth and said, "You call injuries to the nascent

or internal injuries. Nascent soul was the foundation of a Profound Oriental Realm cultivator,

slightly relieved to see

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