Monster Pet Evolution - Chapter 820 - The First Battle

What to expect:A long epic progression fantasy with south asian/indian cultivation elements. Lots of action, strong worldbuilding, and a planned story. People die, but no excessive grimdark content. No murderhobo MC. No edgy or whiny or anti-hero MC. No pacifist MC.Cute canine companion

I intervene in all events of the game. And take it away.

[Battle in different worlds] [Get characters from all worlds as imperial spirits]

Blue Star, the arena of the heavens is coming.

Yang Fan, who traveled through time, knew almost all the opponents, and he who cheated, everyone won.

Others used the few imperial spirits as bodyguards, but he used them to form the Ten Thousand Realms Legion.

Unohanaretsu VS Kozuki Momonosuke?

Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Fan said Momonosuke must die…

“Bad Handsome” Yuan Tiangang VS “Sword” Li Xiaoyao?

“I bet on Li Xiaoyao! Stud…”

[Acquisition: Imperial Sword Art]

“The Female General of the Empire” Estes VS “Xialan” Bo Han Commander?

Who else needs to consider betting?

Estes: “I have seen Master!”

“Dead Knight” Ning Caichen VS “Grass Python Hero” Xu Xian.

“…”

Yang Fan looked at the crowd of imperial spirits from various mythological systems around him.

He stated that his goal was to suppress the heavens.

- Description from novelbuddy

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