Hearing Dongfang Bubai's words, Jiang Dali realized something and looked at the burning skin all over his body, which resembled a boiled red shrimp.
The initial thrill of obtaining the new Divine Weapon had passed, and waves of pain began to surpass the numbed nerves, becoming increasingly clear and intense. It felt as if a layer of skin had been peeled off and then smeared with chili water, and he was completely hairless.
Jiang Dali frowned, enduring the burning pain, and slowly nodded, "The Earth Tribulation truly lives up to its name. It was indeed dangerous inside the volcano. If I hadn't prepared thoroughly, I probably wouldn't be standing here calmly talking to you now.
But it's okay now, the body only has some skin injuries that I can endure, yet my Yang God has already undergone the baptism of the Earth Disaster Fire."
As he spoke.
Jiang Dali formed his fingers into a sword and pointed at his brow.
