Tuo Zheli Di was a Fourth Rank Devil Lord.
Now he was about to die.
Another Fourth Rank madman was hunting him down, and unbelievably, he could not defeat him!
This madman had suddenly emerged from a city under his control. He had likely just broken through from the Fifth Rank to the Fourth Rank. Generally speaking, such a character would become Tuo Zheli Di's food.
Tuo Zheli Di was a remarkably formidable Fourth Rank. Ordinarily, few wild Fourth Ranks could survive even one move in his hands. Even Fourth Ranks from the great Dao Lineages of the world—those who could draw with him amounted to no more than one or two in ten.
Yet when he unleashed his divine ability, the other party caught him completely off guard.
He could not win!
How the hell could this happen? A wild Fourth Rank, newly broken through, was actually chasing him down to kill him?
What was this? Had some great power been reincarnated or something?
But no matter what Tuo Zheli Di thought, this Fourth Rank before him was obviously terrifyingly powerful and had already pursued him into another Dream City.
Still, upon arriving here, Tuo Zheli Di breathed a sigh of relief.
A Third Rank was stationed here. No matter how strong a Fourth Rank was, he could not possibly defeat a Third Rank, could he? The genius known as the Demon Prince had existed many, many hundreds of millions of years ago.
It was said that at the Fourth Rank, he had crushed the heavens. No Fourth Rank could defeat him—not even through a siege.
But even someone like that could not contend against a Third Rank.
The higher the rank, the greater the gap.
The gap between the Third and Fourth Ranks was greater even than the