The Holy Shovel indeed could dig pits.
Wu Xiaode dug a large pit in the center of the town and buried all the bodies of the competitors who had participated in the tournament.
Thus,
the tournament for the sequence of all beings was given its final full stop.
"Rest in peace, everyone."
Wu Xiaode sighed.
All around was serenity.
The temperature in the sky was still rising.
More and more Fire Giants appeared.
Streams of scorching light pierced the long sky and fell upon the earth.
—Each time such a streak of light fell, it signified another life being reduced to ashes under the gaze of a Fire Giant.
The Wind Disaster became increasingly severe.
What next?
As Wu Xiaode pondered, he suddenly saw a line of small text emerge from the "Fishing" sequence:
"The identification of the Fire Giant has been conveyed to 'the Fisher.'
"You have earned 'the Fisher's' appreciation and received a generous reward:
"Wind-shielding Umbrella."
