Great Wilderness War God! Xing!

"Hall of Heroes! Great Wilderness War God! Xing!"

Lin Zier let out a solemn, low growl.

Suddenly, a strange wind swept through the heavens and earth. No one knew which direction it had come from, nor where it had blown in from.

But Lin Bai sensed that within this wind, yet another god who had slumbered for countless years had awakened.

Above Lin Zier's head, the towering, desolate altar erupted with dazzling radiance from the tiger bones, deer antlers, snake fangs, ox horns, and eagle claws atop it.

The entire altar twisted, transforming into a pale vortex.

Lin Bai was startled and looked toward the vortex. A burly figure stood above it, one hand gripping a battle-ax and the other holding a shield. Yet he had no head, using his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth. A dead young dragon was coiled around his waist, and his long trousers seemed to be made of dragon scales—indestructible!

Great Wilderness War God! Xing!

The moment he appeared, the heavens and earth wailed, all things withered, and mountains collapsed. Within a hundred thousand miles of Azure Cloud Terrace Palace, every demonic beast began shrieking in unison.

The Flying Roc of the Spirit Sword Sect let out an even louder cry. It tore itself free from Azure Cloud Terrace Palace without a care and flew away.

It was as though these demonic beasts had encountered their natural nemesis!

When Li Shanqing saw the headless man, he immediately exclaimed, "Master, that is the god of the Great Wilderness War God from the Primordial Era! Xing!"

Ling Tianzi nodded slightly. "In the Primordial Era, during the early days of martial dao, humanity was nowhere near as powerful as it is today. They fought for survival against demonic beasts in the boundless heavens and