276 The Last Drop of Blood
Otherwise, if I die, all of this will return to this world, becoming the foundation of the Goblin World, equivalent to belonging to the Master of the Goblin World.
But will I die?
Hehe!
The roar of the King of the Dragons seemed to be provoking me, and the Master of the Goblin World was extremely enraged.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He had no image of a master of the world.
"Such precious restoration treasures are definitely not many." His heart was roaring.
He firmly believed this.
At this point, he couldn't afford to back down.
The Small Knife began to move forward, like a bulldozer tearing through the maze walls blocking its path, but after breaking through, new walls appeared within sight, seemingly endless.
He seemed to be going in a straight line, but in reality was wandering aimlessly within the maze, unable to leave.
