Bab 1279: Chapter 497 The Deity of Roasted Sweet Potatoes, Bro, You're Back!

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"This time, I've really been drained dry..."

In front of the colossal black gate that soared ten thousand meters high, Jack Clark weakly leaned against the stone gate, listless and out of breath.

At this moment, his body was covered with blood-colored cracks, like a shattered porcelain cruelly pieced back together with glue.

This 'injury' was even more severe than when he had fallen into the Lost World. The instant he leaped and returned, the Divine Soul power, Law Divine Power, Qi Blood, and even vitality within Jack Clark's body were completely siphoned away.

And none was left—not even a drop—leaving him so weak that an average demon king could defeat him.

As for those below the demon king, they need not be considered; they couldn't even breach Jack Clark's defenses. Merely the oppressive force field emanating from his True Body was enough to prevent them from approaching, even if he were to lie there motionless.