The Dust Returns to Dust, the Earth Returns to Earth

Xiao Ran struggled to open his eyes. He braced a hand against the ground, but it trembled uncontrollably.

Even with Golden Toad Son burning his golden blood as the price, forcibly wielding divine power had still taken a heavy toll on his body.

"Can you hold on?"

Xiao Ran swallowed and asked Golden Toad Son behind him, but when no answer came after a moment, he whipped around.

Golden Toad Son's severed arm had stopped bleeding golden blood. Now it was bright red, and there was barely any other presence left inside the statue.

"Golden Toad Son!!"

Xiao Ran's pupils tightened. He called out again, but Golden Toad Son's consciousness seemed to have vanished. He still didn't respond.

Xiao Ran's heart sank with it.

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpricks. An invisible, icy giant hand seemed to seize his heart and squeeze it hard!

Xiao Ran opened his mouth, but he no longer had the strength to call out.

He turned around and looked ahead. The scorched earth cracked apart as one demon god after another climbed out from beneath it.

Their condition was no better than his. Some had been reduced to nothing but a torso.

But there was no denying they were still alive. As long as they lived and held out until the Lost City landed, they would win.

By then, over a million fresh bodies would be like nourishing elixirs, restoring them to their peak in the shortest time.

"Phew!!" Bone Scraper Great Demon King slowly straightened up. A smile tugged at his torn face as he lifted his head to look at Xiao Ran. "Kid, don't think inheriting Plum Blossom Daoist's legacy makes you Plum Blossom Daoist. So what if Plum Blossom Daoist himself showed up? And what if you summoned Thunder Ancestor? The Yin-Yang