"Although my strength may not be formidable, when it comes to the dao heart, who can match me!"
Under the torment of the Demon Head's resentment, Cang Lan's face twisted viciously, his expression full of agony.
He was unwilling to give up, unwilling to let go of this opportunity to grow stronger.
Just like when he was weak, he never wanted to let go of any chance.
Even if the Demon Head's erosion was great, he never gave up.
Even when his Primordial Source began to scatter, he did not sever it like Zheng Kang in order to break free from the Demon Head.
"Hmph! Who would have thought this piece of trash could hold on this long, but so what?" Zheng Kang said coldly, "Once his Primordial Source completely disperses, when all of it is devoured by the Demon Head's resentment, his end will come!"
Zheng Kang was somewhat surprised that Cang Lan could hold on for so long.
But that was all it was, just surprise.
In the face of the Demon Head, Cang Lan's resistance was futile.