The Death of a God

Emerald Cold Forest.

A high branch.

Two unconscious birds fell one after the other, caught by the dense foliage.

Gu Qingshan was one of them.

He lay beneath the other bird's wing, pinned down tight.

Gu Qingshan stirred slightly and shoved the bird aside.

The bird opened its bleary eyes and looked at Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan could only glare at it.

The bird promptly sank into an even deeper stupor.

Seeing the trouble taken care of, Gu Qingshan closed his own bird eyes and lay on the branch, pretending to be unconscious.

Time passed silently.

Noon drew closer.

Distant booms kept rumbling through the entire mountain forest.

They came from the other side of the border, the Western Barren Land of the Barren Ancient World.

Because a whole world lay between them, the violent tremors over there had weakened many times over by the time they reached this side.

But even so, the lingering shockwaves still carried enough force to devastate this mountain forest.

A little while later.

A voice roared in the sky, "A pack of despicable liars who break their word!"

Gu Qingshan's heart gave a jolt.

It was Ancient Language.

He held his breath and kept his eyes closed, surveying the scene outside with only his Divine Soul.

Without warning, a brilliant light trailing a long tail of flames slammed straight into the edge of the forest.

BOOM—

A massive crater appeared.

An invisible shockwave snapped hundreds upon hundreds of trees, leaving the entire forest in ruins.

Gu Qingshan let the force blow him away without resisting in the slightest. He tumbled through the air with the wind, then landed in the mud.

He understood all too well that this was wartime. The moment one of the top-tier monsters sensed anything amiss, it would react at