Have you ever wondered: why did the Wild Wasteland Demon God need to summon Heavenly Demons from beyond? Could he not control them himself?
He was indeed a Chaos Demon God, yet an anomaly among them. His main body had been a mountain that had existed for ten thousand years and attained the Dao. Born connected to the earth veins, he drew breath from the mountain's force and built his Foundation Establishment upon bones of stone.
As his cultivation deepened with each passing day, coupled with the muddled spiritual energy and crumbling order of this Chaotic Continent, though he had not yet become peerless beneath heaven, his defensive arts and mountain-suppressing divine powers had long made the strongest experts avoid him as though he were a tiger.
Over the long years, his temperament had grown ever more arrogant. Whether innate demon gods or Chaos Demon Gods, which of them had not been born of heaven and earth's baleful aura? Which of them was not too proud in their bones to lower their heads? Wild Wasteland had merely tempered that arrogance three parts harder.
Besides, with his world-shaking divine powers, he had always disdained keeping and commanding such low-ranking Demonic Beasts, considering it beneath his status. Among the Demon Gods, he alone stood so aloof, becoming something of an oddity.
As for Su Yang, he was trapped within the minor chaos, pouring all the cultivation and Dao arts of his life into a desperate struggle against that indescribable power of fate. His mind was drawn taut as a bowstring—how could he spare even a bit of attention elsewhere?
Who could have expected the Outer Realm Heavenly Demons to arrive so suddenly? His thoughts spun, and he instantly knew that Wild Wasteland had secretly applied some scheme. Fury surged to the top