But even the golden armor could not conceal the giant's affliction.
However, the dawn made Fan Wubing and the Mountain God feel much more at ease. After experiencing the night of Queyu Mountain, they longed more for the brilliant and grand daylight.
The Mountain God's three-hundred-year-old burdens in his heart completely crumbled, and he exclaimed with satisfaction, "Last night, the Special Envoy and I jointly slew three thousand demons! Only then did we earn this invaluable feeling of contentment."
Fan Wubing's mouth twitched, slaying three thousand demons together? You say it like it's nothing!
But feeling good right now, let him say whatever he wants.
"Let's go, we enter the city."
Sickness City cast a large shadow over the Mountain God, so much so that, even after witnessing the Special Envoy's skills last night, he couldn't help but worry, "There will be more filth in Sickness City. Special Envoy, we must be extra careful."
