"None of you survived!"
The Chaos Demon King's voice mingled with the erupting blood mist, making it sound sinister and terrifying.
Li Qingshan's brows furrowed deeply.
Just where had this Chaos Demon King come from? He even knew of Li Qingshan's existence!
Could there really be some Heavenly Book?
Would I die here? What about Brother Gu?
A dangerous glint flashed deep in Li Qingshan's eyes.
"Bull Demon King, Peng Demon King, Flood Dragon Demon King... all of you died!"
Watching Li Qingshan's Yin Spirit grow increasingly dangerous, the Chaos Demon King spoke again, his mind taut with tension.
He came from more than eighty thousand years in the future, so naturally he knew of Ancient Mythology.
In his memories, countless immortals, gods, demons, and devils had perished in that great battle. Its brutality was still frequently spoken of even eighty thousand years later.
Though there were some things he did not know, he knew most of it.
Sun Wukong's heart stirred slightly as he watched the distraught Li Qingshan.
Thinking of how Li Qingshan even knew about Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and the divine abilities he had learned.
Could what this damned demon said be true?
But who were the Bull Demon King, Peng Demon King, and Flood Dragon Demon King?
"What he says is correct..."
Just then, a deep and distant sigh echoed across the ruins of Shuizang Mountain.
"This old ox really will die!"
As the words fell, a man stepped forward.
He was tall and majestic, his body seeming to have been condensed from countless divine mountains, containing an eternal and unchanging power.
Sun Wukong leaped up as though struck by lightning. Even he was shocked by the power contained within this man.
"Brother Ox..."
Li Qingshan was startled at first, then his eyes widened as he