Bab 112: The Continent Sinks, The Deities Descend

The night was quiet and soundless. There wasn't even the slightest sound of crickets chirping.

A campfire blazed quietly in the quiet bushes.

A pig trotter marinated with spices was suspended at the top of the campfire. Golden-yellow grease dripped into the fire, producing sizzles and giving off an alluring fragrance.

Meng Lei's eyes bore into the golden-yellow pig trotter, wishing he could scarf it down in one gulp. He was starving right now and had never been hungrier than this moment.

Meng Lei knew that this was an aftereffect of his transformation into an ant. Although the transformation had only lasted for a short few minutes, it had certainly exhausted all his strength.

"The ant transformation is truly too taxing on my stamina. Even with my Ninth-Grade Warrior-esque body, I actually only lasted five minutes!"

Meng Lei found this inconceivable.

A formidable Ninth-Grade Warrior! Yet it had only lasted five minutes!