That year, Disaster Lords of every stripe emerged from seclusion one after another. The appearance of the new Disaster Lord, Wang Xuan, had shattered a certain convention. How many thousand years had it been? He had already killed seven Disaster Lords!
There had been Disaster Lords with illustrious records before, and many had slain numerous powerful experts. The turnover of Disaster Lords in the True Land was not particularly slow, but accomplishing something so momentous in such a short span of time was rare.
Wang Xuan ignored the outside world. This time, he would not show his face even if beaten to death. Should he be discovered, he would flee at once. He had made up his mind to refine the remaining four major incarnations first.
After the great battle, while he lay low and hid for 800 Years, the legendary Red Lotus Disaster Lord, whose single stomp in the True Land could drain the heavens and earth of color, emerged. This female Disaster Lord was ancient and powerful, and she personally inquired about the matter.
"Interesting. That Little Milk Wolf beside God is a fierce dragon crossing the river. What exactly are his roots? Why do I feel that God was the one who fell? He was nowhere near as harmless to man and beast as he had seemed back then. He was actually this ferocious."
1,500 years later, the Chaos Disaster Lord emerged. He had likewise once communicated with God in the present world through Great Dao entanglement, and had seen Wang Xuan.
"Come and meet me!" When such a top-tier giant spoke, it naturally set off a tsunami throughout the True Land, its influence boundless.
But Wang Xuan went his own way and simply refused to appear. Whenever Disaster Lords conducted inspections, he did his utmost to