Under the blazing sky, a giant reminiscent of a hill charged at the ten suns with a wooden staff. Every step he took easily traversed several mountains, yet he was still significantly slower than the ten suns. He had no idea how long he had been chasing the Golden Crow Ten Princes. It was so hot that his body was scorched red throughout, and a layer of dead white skin had formed around his lips. 0

He finally saw a raging river he remembered as the human tribes’ famed Yellow River. Under the ten suns, the river bubbled furiously, but he couldn’t care less. He squatted next to the river and began drinking its contents. He almost apepared to be enjoying it even though the water was boiling. 0

He drank so fast that it didn’t take long for him to gulp down the entire Yellow River. He regained...0