“What about the middle Protoss?”
Joanna did not get angry with Iber’s contempt. On the contrary, there was a very strong light on her face. It was a kind of radiant self-confidence and gaze: “Someone has proved to me, even if it is High-level protoss is nothing, as long as it is strong enough and shocking the world, high-level protoss can also be trampled and killed under their feet!”
“I was born in middle-level protoss, but I would never complain!”
“If my race is my race If you can’t give me the strongest bloodline, then I will use my own hands to create the strongest bloodline myself!!”
Joanna looked up, her voice oscillated in the Supreme Temple, her eyes squinting all around, even if there were three people in front of her. The Supreme God, from her face, did not see a trace of fear.
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