Lin Feitachi moved his feet, elated like a meteor, his boxing renown, voice, and energy were more vigorous than any stone dragon punch he had learned in his past life, meaning to wipe the air, just once.
The monstrous race had survived, feeble prey, and intense respect were met with combat against Heaven. His happiness was boundless, his fortune infinite.
Yet, the wounds still remained.
Since the dawning of ancient times, few had been so arrogantly smug and possessed by evil spirits to come to the sleepy fields, attempting to uncover the secrets of the sleep fields. Because people did not know the way, they went the wrong way, drifting ever further. However, there were still days when Heavenly Talents discovered the method to the sleepy rice fields, undertaking the second trial, slaying their champion counterparts. Eventually, they failed in the third trial.
