In the South Sea Coast of the Demon Race World, a big dog was pawing at a crab. The crab grew furious, suddenly sprang into the air, and clamped its giant pincers onto the big dog's nose. Thus began a dog-and-crab battle between the big dog and the "high-jumping crab"!
Tian Fang and the others stood on the beach. They no longer had any mind to quarrel, their gazes drifting toward the clouds above from time to time.
Above the clouds over the South Sea Coast, Jiang Lin stood shoulder to shoulder with Matchmaker Old Man. The old man leaning on his cane gazed into the distance. The silver strands in his hair were the same color as the clouds beneath their feet.
"Do you still remember the Eleven Battle agreed upon by the Demon Race World and the Vast and Righteous World?"
The old man slowly spoke, his words carrying the weathered desolation of ancient times.
From the God War that began in Ancient Times, through the fragmentation of the myriad races and their internal wars, all the way to the present, the old man had lived only this one lifetime. Yet in this lifetime, he had experienced far too much.
"Mm, I remember." Jiang Lin nodded.
The Eleven Battle between the two worlds was a contest between their geniuses.
Although it was a contest between the younger generation, in the eyes of those old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years, it was no more than child's play.
Yet this "child's play" would determine the direction of the two worlds' fortunes.
"Going by the timing, this God War should be in two years." Matchmaker Old Man said calmly. "However, an old friend of mine who likes riding turtles performed a divination. He said that one