Tang Hao: What? No One Believes in the Great Sea God Tang San Anymore? Six Thousand Words

Tang Hao's despairing eyes stared blankly upward, hollow and numb.

After the Main Brain restarted and began reclaiming permissions, he had long since given up struggling, and had likewise given up trying to fight for the position of Plane Lord.

He submitted meekly to everything the Main Brain did.

He had no choice but to give up.

The restarted Central Main Brain would not give him even the slightest chance.

Tang Hao's strength was still powerful.

But compared to when he had been the Plane Lord, it was far too small.

All of a sudden, the entire space seemed to pause for a moment.

The next second, the milky-white tubes connected to Tang Hao's body pulled away one after another, retracting back to some unknown place in a way Tang Hao could not understand at all.

The sphere that had completely turned gray also shattered with a bang at that moment, dissolving into nothingness.

Bang!

Tang Hao, who had barely moved his body in ten thousand years, slammed hard onto the ground with a muffled thud.

Feeling a trace of pain at the back of his head, Tang Hao's hollow gaze finally showed a slight change.

The memories forcibly infused into him were drawn away, the inescapable mental suggestion hid itself, and this former Clear Sky Douluo was gradually recovering the mind he had possessed as a human.

He moved his body slightly, then slowly sat up.

"My strength... seems to have been preserved somewhat." Tang Hao clenched his fist and murmured.

"Ugh..."

He gave a muffled grunt and tried to stand.

The joints throughout his body crackled, and the muscles that had been stiff for countless years were recovering at an extremely rapid speed.

"Strength at this level..." Tang Hao muttered to himself again.

In his current state, he