"We cannot defeat it."
"You're the Sun Slayer, but we can no longer manage it," the old village chief said shakily.
With that, the village chief sent the young boy to the village.
After a while, the boy ran out of the village and handed Zhu Minglang a small bag of Seven-colored Divine Sand.
The Spirit Root within the Seven-colored Divine Sand had not evaporated; they were still emitting a dense Spiritual Energy.
"This will restore your strength to the God Son Level, but the next time the Sun Crown arrives, you must find your own way to withstand it," the old village chief told Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang looked at the small bag of Seven-colored Divine Sand. It was the result of the entire village's tireless work throughout the year.
They entrusted it to someone like himself, a stranger, which left Zhu Minglang momentarily at a loss for words.
He had felt it when he first arrived.
