After all, Lin Fan's evaluation was only slightly stronger.

Even if you think about it, it won't be much better.

Mo Zi smiled and said: "Haha, we have defeated the Ocean Temple and killed Poseidon. So, the Winter Temple is nothing, as long as we work hard..."

But he heard Lin Fan say: "Winter Temple, twelve high gods, two of them are slaves of gods."

"Two hundred and thirty-two medium gods, of which thirty-two are god slaves."

"Five hundred and twenty-eight lower gods, including seventy-three god slaves."

"Except for a few divine slaves, they are all the gods of winter. The winter goddess Chione, whose strength has dropped to the thirteenth level, serves as the lord of winter, sitting on the ice and snow throne, commanding the gods."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, the entire venue fell into silence, and everyone took a deep breath.

Unexpectedly, the smile on his face suddenly solidified.

The venue was silent for a while.

"This is called slightly strong?" King Qin Yingzheng looked confused and said in a dry voice: "After a thousand years, has the meaning of this word changed?"
Chapter completed!