Wan Lei

"Mountain Water Lord... I... I've had such a miserable life..."

Inside a palace riddled with pits and missing many of its wards, Lord Hanshan Hai Fu complained to Fang Yuan: "It was bad enough being sent here after offending the Emperor. I'd barely been here any time at all when the Devil Masters surrounded us... You didn't see what it was like. There were a full nine Devil Masters attacking the High Gods on our side, and even Ink Dragon Ancient God tragically fell..."

"Nine of them?!"

Fang Yuan's expression turned strange. He suddenly tapped his head, looking somewhat doubtful. "Why did I hear there were only four Devil Masters, and that the lords and marquises present were caught off guard from the start and put to sleep?"

"Ah... heh... The weather's lovely today!"

Lord Hanshan awkwardly scratched his head. After Fang Yuan needled him a few more times, he had no choice but to admit with a dry laugh, "All right... I noticed demonic beasts invading and was so scared I rushed straight back into my palace. I never thought I'd get caught up in it and fall asleep. By the time I woke up, the battle was already over."

"..."

Fang Yuan was left speechless.

To Ancient Gods and Devil Masters, a mere lord and marquis was just a slightly larger ant. In a battle like that, they could easily have wiped out a whole swarm without even noticing.

Those who survived either had a trump card hidden away or were born under a lucky star!

Could this guy be one of the chosen few too? A Child of Destiny in the Spirit Realm?

Fang Yuan stared at the mountain of flesh before him, at a loss for words.

"By the way, Mountain Water Lord, what happened after