A million miles from Liang Country, in a gloomy mountain ravine.
Fang Tiancheng leaned against a wall, his face ashen. A fit of harsh coughs forced a mouthful of bloody foam from his lips.
Beside him, the Gold-Devouring Earth Dragon Beast lay listlessly on the ground. Two wounds on its back, each over ten feet long, were so deep the bone was visible.
Blood flowed freely, pooling on the ground beneath it.
With injuries like these, only a beast as tough-hided and full of vitality as a Gold-Devouring Earth Dragon Beast could endure. Any other Tier Three Demon Beast would have been half-dead already.
But even the Gold-Devouring Earth Dragon Beast, renowned for its powerful life force, had lost all its Essence, Qi, and Spirit. It didn't even have the strength to eat the Five Metals Ore it usually loved, even when placed right before its eyes.
