Wang Canglan struggled up from the bottom of the pit, propping up half his body. His lips twisted as he said bitterly, "Before long, the great calamity will descend! When that happens, all things will be destroyed, and living beings will be plunged into misery!"
"Who will stop it?"
"You?!"
Wang Canglan let out a miserable laugh.
"You do not even possess the Chess-Condensing Method. You cannot even touch the threshold of the Chessmaster Realm... What will you use to withstand heaven and earth's great calamity?!"
His emotions grew ever more agitated.
The remaining Pure Yang True Flame within him began to run wild again with the violent fluctuations of his emotions.
But he could no longer spare it any attention.
"I am the savior of this world!"
Wang Canglan roared, his voice echoing throughout the entire Lost River Valley.
"Without me, Wang Canglan... without me entering that legendary Painting Realm... all of you can only wait for death!!"
After saying this.
Wang Canglan panted heavily, gulping down great breaths of air.
Within Lost River Valley.
Several thousand Demons and monsters lay prone on the ground, listening to his words.
They all looked at one another.
A great calamity of heaven and earth?
A savior?
What kind of nonsense was this...
Had something gone wrong with this guy's head...
At the edge of the impact crater.
Jiang Yuechu stood there.
She quietly listened to Wang Canglan's long-winded rambling from beginning to end.
Throughout it all.
Her expression did not change in the slightest.
There was no anger.
No rebuttal.
Not even impatience.
Only after Wang Canglan finished his final word.
And his breathing gradually settled.
Did Jiang Yuechu finally speak.
Her voice was calm.
As indifferent as ever.
"You said so much."
"But it seems you got one thing wrong."