The River of Time churned, its waters surging.
"...I tried five different dark arts, but none could catch him or track him down. It seems this is the power of those four Eras..."
Nine Faces' voice rang out.
The next second.
The vast River of Time, along with the white-bone throne upon it, vanished without a trace.
Nine Faces Insect Demon stood in the mist, silent for a long time.
—If Gu Qingshan could withdraw from battle whenever he wanted, what was the point of fighting him?
Gu Qingshan was a crafty, calculating man to begin with.
If he realized he couldn't win, he would flee at the first opportunity.
There was no faking a battle. Even if one could, deceiving Gu Qingshan was all but impossible.
Wait!
Nine Faces suddenly had a thought.
—Just now, it had been obvious that Gu Qingshan couldn't beat me. He must have known that.
Then why hadn't he fled at the first opportunity?
Nine Faces thought back carefully.
It suddenly remembered that during the earlier battle, Gu Qingshan had also successfully unleashed the Multiple Phase Demonic Tribulation.
No matter how he had managed it, he had indeed done so.
If he could cast that art...he must have seen some of its workings...
A surge of irritation rose in Nine Faces' heart.
"Damn it!"
It couldn't help cursing.
As a Fiend, it was destined to rule the True Epoch. It had always been invincible, and all who fell to it were corrupted.
How long had it been since someone had scrutinized it like this?
—What had Gu Qingshan seen?
The more Nine Faces thought about it, the more uneasy it became. Suddenly, it turned and flew beyond the Chaos.
Its murmured voice drifted through the void:
"He already possesses the Four Saint Pillars. The