When Kulas finally calmed down after days of rampaging, his appearance underwent another drastic transformation, turning from a massive, unstoppable giant to that of a sickly old man with one foot in his grave.
He'd gotten so weak that he could hardly speak, much less stand.
After Kulas collapsed, his family brought him to his room to rest.
"To think it would happen again right when we were beginning to feel hopeful that he'd fully recovered…"
His family sighed, looking defeated and depressed as they stood around the bed.
"So, what now?" Ren Xia asked Tian Yang.
Tian Yang clenched his fists, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over his entire being.
"We've tried countless things in the past four thousand years, but alas… In the end, we were unable to figure out anything about his illness. At this rate, I will have no choice but to head to the Holy Continent."
