Wang Canglan struggled to prop up half his body at the bottom of the crater. His lips twisted into a bitter smile. "It won't be long before the great calamity descends! By then, all things will be destroyed, and living beings will suffer!"
"Who's going to stop it?"
"You?!"
Wang Canglan let out a bitter laugh.
"You don't even have the Chess-Condensing Method. You haven't even touched the threshold of the Chess-Player Realm... What are you going to use to stop the calamity of heaven and earth?!"
His emotions grew more and more agitated.
The Pure Yang True Fire remaining in his body began to run wild again, stirred by his violent emotional swings.
But he could no longer afford to care.
"I am the savior of this world!"
Wang Canglan roared, his voice echoing throughout Wanchuan Valley.
"Without me, Wang Canglan... without me stepping into the legendary Painting Realm... all of you can only wait to die!!"
When he finished speaking,
Wang Canglan gasped heavily.
Inside Wanchuan Valley,
thousands of demons lay sprawled on the ground, listening to his words.
They all looked at one another.
A calamity of heaven and earth?
A savior?
What kind of nonsense was this...
Had this guy lost his mind or something...
At the edge of the crater,
Jiang Yuechu stood there.
She listened quietly as Wang Canglan rambled on at length.
From beginning to end,
her expression didn't change in the slightest.
No anger.
No rebuttal.
Not even impatience.
Only after Wang Canglan had spoken his final word
and his panting gradually subsided
did Jiang Yuechu finally speak.
Her voice was calm.
As indifferent as ever.
"You've said so much."
"But it seems you've gotten one thing wrong."
Jiang Yuechu slowly crouched down,
meeting the bloodied face at the bottom of the