Tang San sat down cross-legged amid the ruins.
He rested both hands on his knees, straightened his back, and wore an utterly grave expression.
Lie Yan, the God King of Goodness, circled behind him and pressed a palm against his back.
Ji Dong, the Evil God King, sat cross-legged to his left and placed a hand on Tang San's forehead.
"Are you ready?" Ji Dong asked.
"Let's begin."
Tang San closed his eyes as he spoke.
Soon, two streams of God King Origin Power began pouring into Tang San's body simultaneously from the front and back.
In an instant, Tang San's back went rigid.
The muscles of his shoulders hardened one by one, his Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he clenched his teeth until two ridges bulged along his cheeks.
Sweat streamed down Tang San's temples and into his eyes, but he did not dare raise a hand to wipe it away. He simply did everything he could to bear the two streams of God King Origin Power, not daring to slacken in the slightest.
Lie Yan looked even worse than Tang San, but seeing him like this, she could not help asking, "Can you hold on?"
Tang San gritted his teeth and forced two words through them: "Keep going."
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Dozens of yards away, the Destruction God King stood.
The Golden Dragon King and the others had scattered around them, each finding somewhere to rest.
With nothing else to do, Destruction raised a hand and summoned the rankings.
The scroll of rankings unfurled before him.
He looked at the top line first, and his gaze immediately became fixed on it.
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The Goddess of Life approached from the side, glanced at his expression, then at the rankings.
"What's wrong?"
Destruction did not answer. He pushed the rankings half a