The other party had already done their utmost to meet Fan Wu and the others with the methods they had used. This Earth Deity no longer had any spare energy to make their own statue look brand new. Because doing so would certainly consume Their Divine Power, and They could no longer afford to consume Divine Power; if They continued to do so, They were afraid that They would die.
Moreover, as soon as Fan Wu and the others stepped into the Earth Temple, they smelled a very strange, decaying odour, just like that of particularly old wood. The condition of this God of the Earth was indeed not very good.
"Look, there's someone over there!" Suddenly, Yun Jiuqing pointed to a corner inside the Earth Temple. In that spot, there was a reclining chair, and on the chair sat an elderly man.
The old man's breath seemed very weak, and his face was frightfully pale, devoid of any color, to say the least.
If one did not pay attention to his breathing, one might think he was a corpse!
