The Light God had always been guarding her. The War God had become her companion in her soul, and now the Dragon God had jumped out.
Shen Yu looked into the distance and wondered how fated his daughter was with the God race!
Xiu did not want to be resurrected in the last temple, but Shen Siyu could use the last temple to restore his godhood. So the most urgent thing now was to resurrect the Dragon God quickly.
"Dragon God, how many eight-winged golden dragons do you need?" Not only could the resurrection of the Dragon God open the passage to the God Realm, but it could also save the Hidden Dragon Continent.
"Twelve," the Dragon God answered.
Long Shi thought for a moment and said, "There are enough eight-winged golden dragons here, but I still need my god to come forward."
"Me, personally?" The Dragon God frowned slightly.
