Divine War!

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Angry and greedy demonic roars erupted as countless hideous demonic phantoms appeared in the sky. A man in a plain robe stood at the forefront, his entire body concealed within black mist, save for a pair of vigorous eyes that stared fixedly at Tang Hao.

"Such a familiar aura—"

Hearing these words, Tang Hao turned his head abruptly to look at the sky. The moment he saw the old man, a feeling of inexplicable familiarity surged into his heart.

Upon seeing those aged eyes, Tang Hao's heart jolted violently, and even the Giant Hammer in his hand trembled slightly.

"Old Plane Spirit—you—you didn't die?"

"The matter of you usurping my position as the Lord of the Plane is not yet settled; how could I possibly die?"

The old man waved his hand, dispersing the black mist that radiated an evil aura. That familiar face completely confirmed what Tang Hao had feared.

"How is this possible! How are you not dead? I personally watched you fall back then!"

The ominous premonition in Tang Hao's heart grew increasingly intense, and he even demanded in a low, sharp voice.

Most importantly, the things he had assumed were entirely under his control were now beginning to exceed his expectations, and even his understanding.

The Golden Ancient Tree, which should have perished in the explosion at Shrek Academy, was still alive; the long-fallen Old Plane Spirit was also alive; and now, there was even a God Level powerhouse like the Underworld Emperor.

He had even begun to doubt whether the flawless Ten Thousand Year Plan formulated by Xiao San was truly without loopholes.

Furthermore, he could now perceive that the Old Plane Spirit also possessed the origin power of a world!

"Tang Hao, the events of the past were a result of