Age of Gods: I'm on the Account of the Ancient Gods

Zhang Jing was the first god to tame the ancient bear people.

"Nine-star race, highly intelligent, can still give birth to such elite individuals. If only I could have such good followers back then."

Haizhu sighed.

The battle is still going on.

On other battlefields, believers are killed every moment.

Every moment a student fails and withdraws from the arena.

The number of people is already decreasing sharply.

Eighty, sixty, forty, thirty, twenty, ten...

Lu Zuan, failed.

Zhu Hao, failed.

Cheng Zhenyu, failed.

Zhu Ling, failed.

Ma Yucheng failed.

Li Bashan failed.

……

There are only ten people left, and they are still struggling.

Any undead apprentice can be killed by throwing a magic spell in normal times.

But when a large number of undead apprentices gather together to form a collective and continuously resurrect corpses, it becomes a nightmare on the battlefield.

The enemy who had just been killed soon stood up as an undead and launched a sneak attack from behind.

Who can resist this.

Thanks to the believers who died in the arena, they were not really dead.

Otherwise, the corpses of those believers can also be resurrected by the undead apprentices.

For students, that is more difficult.

Ye Feiyang watched helplessly as his followers were defeated.

He watched helplessly as the last believer died in battle in front of him.

Believers, always fight for the gods.

Even if the last person dies, the last drop of blood will be drained.

Even if it is riddled with holes and wounds all over.

They die without hurting the gods they believe in.

Ye Feiyang roared, "What the hell, my Italian cannon, why not let me join the battle!"

In front, the corpses of many demons and evil spirits killed all the believers and broke through the high platform.

Ye Feiyang, failed.

Chang Boyuan's eyes were deep, staring at the enemy in front of him.

When the types of enemies attacked by the twelfth wave were announced, he hadn't noticed the threat of the undead apprentices.

However, after the battle entered the middle stage, he also realized that the undead apprentice was a serious problem.

Without killing all the undead apprentices, this battle cannot be won.

Chang Boyuan sent high-mobility, high-lethal believers out to cut the back row.

In the end, the undead apprentices were indeed killed.

But the frontal battlefield did not block the attacks of demons and evil spirits.

The defense line was broken.

Demons and evil spirits swarmed up and broke through the high platform under his feet.

Chang Boyuan failed.

In the end, Zhang Jing was the only one left in the huge arena.

Chapter 181 Captain Pang, Didn't You Consider Debuting as an Idol Over the Devil?

The quality of Zhang Jing's believers is far superior to others.

He discovered early on that he had to cut the back row in time to kill the undead apprentices who were manipulating the corpses.

He also has three high-level disciples like Zhang Xiaoxiong with high intelligence, high aptitude, and high strength, who can act as a breaker.

The integration of various factors allowed Zhang Jing to last until the end.

boom--

Zhang Xiaoxiong stood in the middle of a pile of bones, smashing the last undead with his claws.

Look around the audience, no more enemies!

roar roar-

Zhang Xiaoxiong slapped his chest with both hands.

Under Zhang Jing's command, all the believers also shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

victory!

This is the victory of the gods.

But it is the victory of their believers!

At the same time, the classroom of Class [-], Senior High School.

In the entire classroom, everyone has long since left the arena.

Their final exams have already ended.

Everyone stared at Zhang Jing.

Because Zhang Jing is still supporting.

And they can also watch the battle.

"I didn't survive the sixth wave of attacks, there are too many."

"Those who can survive the tenth wave of attacks are all bosses! The real strength!"

"Our class is already very good"

Liu Zhenyu, "Do you think Zhang Jing can survive the twelfth wave of attacks?"

Lou Xinxin, "Instinct tells me to trust Zhang Jing, but reason tells me it's impossible."

"Hey, if Lao Zhang survives the twelfth wave, are you capable of slapping yourself in the face one by one?" Lu Zuan sneered.

Lou Xinxin, "I will not gamble on anything involving Zhang Jing."

Liu Zhenyu also nodded quickly.

Tang Hongying walked into the classroom and slammed the podium.

"Do it all for me in your seat! Class time is like this, how decent it is!"

Tang Hongying's voice was extremely deterrent.

The students quickly sat back in their seats.

Tang Hongying coughed lightly and sat down next to Zhang Jing.

I watched the battle situation attentively.

The whole class, "..."

Head teacher, why do you eat alone!

"Hey, the network cable is pinched?"

Tang Hongying was watching, but found that her eyes were dark.

The screen is gone.

At this time, Zhang Jing also woke up.

The divine sense returned to the physical body from the arena.

Zhang Jing looked a little tired.

But his eyes were piercing.

The students all subconsciously came together.

Including Chang Boyuan.

"Have you survived twelve waves?"

Tang Hongying asked with a trembling voice.

Zhang Jing, "No..."

The whole class sighed quietly.

Zhang Jing, "...that's impossible."

The whole class widened their eyes again.

Tang Hongying clutched her chest, "Tell me the truth!"

"You can easily scare others into heart attacks like this!"

slap.

Lu Zuan fell directly to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"I'll report, Lao Zhang scared me to have a heart attack, and I have to pay at least 500,000 Faith Orbs for medical expenses!"