Jiang Fan's throat rolled slightly, and he said:
"A thousand years ago, how did we in Central Earth actually win?"
He couldn't figure out how, in an era without saints, a Nine-Day Giant Emperor close to a saint descended upon Central Earth.
Who could stop him?
Even the powerful Misfortune Sage was killed with a single spear.
The Great Wine Sacrifice turned his head to look at Jiang Fan, with a meaningful gaze: "Luck."
By luck?
Jiang Fan didn't understand how such a life-and-death battle between races could be won by mere luck.
He gazed deeply at the remains of the Tribulation Sage.
Jiang Fan clasped his hands together and said: "Sorry for disturbing you, ancestors."
He carried the Connecting Sky Black Pillar and placed it at the center of the ruins.
Here, the black mist was the thickest, causing the greatest harm to the Ancient Giants.
However, when he approached the Tribulation Sage, Jiang Fan suddenly frowned.
