On the Soul Beasts' side, there was Di Tian, who was nearly a god.
And on their side?
Tang San had fled, Uncle Jian had lost an arm and much of his strength, and Uncle Gu could not hold up the sky alone.
No matter how they looked at it, they were trapped in a dead end.
"Is this Golden List a blessing—or a curse?"
Ning Fengzhi murmured to himself.
Without the Golden List, the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord would not have died, and Di Tian's strength would not have suddenly soared.
But there were no ifs in this world.
As the people of Shrek sank into despair, the people of Spirit Hall grew uneasy, and the entire continent speculated about the rewards to come...
In a hidden cave hundreds of miles from Jialing Pass...
A blue-clad figure sat cross-legged.
It was Tang San, who had fled there.
The panic and disarray he had shown during his escape were now completely gone.
His blue clothes were still somewhat torn, but the aura he gave off was remarkably steady.
He was, in fact, extraordinarily calm.
Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye was still as blue as the sea, its depths unfathomable.
But his right eye had turned an eerie blood-red.
Within that crimson, mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed to surge, while boundless killing intent gathered inside.
"Running away?"
The corners of Tang San's mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
He looked down at the Sea God Trident in his hand.
Black-and-red demonic patterns now coiled around the Divine Artifact, once gold and blue from end to end.
That was not corruption.
It was the blessing of another, higher power.
"Only the living can strike back."
"Only by surviving can I turn the tables."
To outsiders,