"Boom boom boom," there were three loud explosions, almost deafening me.

After the dust settled, the three snake heads were directly pressed into the ground by three other heads. Although the big snake struggled constantly, it could only stir up dust and had no chance of escaping.

I glanced at the person who saved me, and he looked a bit like Orochi.

Except he had nine heads, and the heads were not snake heads, but human faces, handsome in appearance.

Bajie also withdrew his arm and landed in front of me. "Xiangliu? Thank you."

"I came to help at the command of the master," Xiangliu bowed and said, "Give my regards to Gonggong." Then he looked at Orochi and asked, "What about this beast?"

"Leave it to me." Xiangliu exerted his strength, and the three heads that were pressing him instantly exploded. Orochi screamed in pain. "I don't know where this beast came from, causing trouble on our Chinese land. It deserves to die."

Second senior brother no longer said anything and quickly took me away from the battlefield.

"No, second brother, why are they so determined to kill an ordinary person like me?"

"Don't ask, even if I tell you, you won't be able to know."

Damn it, am I not the savior?

This is how it usually plays out in a drama. When foreign invaders come, the villains seem to have gone crazy, desperately trying to kill an ordinary person.

The righteous side sacrifices their lives to save them, and in the end, the ordinary person awakens and becomes a great father figure.

They kill the villains with a single slap. I'm very familiar with this plot. Could it be that I am the great father figure later?

Then who could I be? Tang Sanzang? It seems like I'm not qualified enough.

I really can't think of it. There are too many powerful ancient gods.

"Stop daydreaming, just think about who you are. The Chinese people are depending on you to save them."

"Second brother, why don't you remind me then?"

"Remind you? You've got to be kidding. If reminding you was useful, I would just carve your name on your forehead."

"Just give me a weak reminder."

Bajie thought for a moment and said, "When you looked at Amaterasu and Apollo just now, did you feel anything?"

"Those two suns? I didn't feel anything, just felt hot."

"Damn it, think harder, big brother. There's no safe place in China right now. If you can't figure it out, I'll have to fly with you all the time. I'm not sure if someone will always save you."

Second senior brother was right.

Now the whole of China is engulfed in endless war.

Although the gods of China are powerful and can easily fight against two or even three opponents, there are simply too many gods from the West.

I saw General Bai Qi leading thousands of Qin soldiers, killing werewolves in a bloody massacre, but in an instant, he was pierced through the chest by Athena's spear.

Of course, Bai Qi didn't die. "Do you know who I am? I am General Bai Qi, the god of slaughter!" His furious roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and with a single slash, he cracked Athena's armor.

I saw Kuafu choking Ares, the god of war, by the neck, intending to throw him like a javelin into a mountain peak, but Lucifer, the fallen angel, countered with a solid punch, causing him to cough up blood.

I saw Nezha wielding the Universe Ring, singlehandedly fighting Michael, the Archangel, and Zeus, the god of thunder.

But they no longer cared about the demon army that rushed into the city.

Warplanes roared, missiles flew, but modern weapons were like fireworks in the hands of the gods, looking impressive but posing no threat.

"Who am I, exactly?"

Second senior brother said that I could save the Chinese people, but why can't I remember who I am?

Pain, screams, wailing.

Wailing spread over the land.

The gods of China exhausted their power but fought bravely, resisting the invading enemies.

But as the so-called savior, I couldn't do anything.

"Pfft"—Nezha spat out a mouthful of blood, and his Golden Armor was also shattered.