Half a month later, Ling Han finally walked out of the sandstorm.
"Wa!" He spat out blood madly, his whole person already badly mangled.
In the last period of time, he had already expended all his power, and could only take the impact of the sandstorm head-on with his physical body. Even if his physique was tough, so what? He could not withstand this endless barrage of attacks.
If this continued for a few more days, Ling Han would probably be blasted to death by the sandstorm.
Thankfully, the heavens did not move to exterminate him.
Ling Han lay lifelessly on the ground.
After lying down for a few days, he finally woke up and channeled the Tenth Cultivation Technique to heal himself.
This healing process actually lasted for a whole seventeen years, and only then did Ling Han recover about fifty percent.
He left, and began to walk back.
He had sworn that he would take the core of the rock golem and leave. No matter what, he had to be buried on the Four Origin Planet.
