The Demon Lord resolutely lay low by the lake, his concealment growing ever more perfect.
Little did he know that on the other side of the lake, there was someone even better at lying low than he was.
Whether in terms of how long he had hidden or how completely he had erased his aura, he was worthy of being called a senior!
Deep within the reeds, several mounds of earth stood along the shore.
Large and small, they had endured wind and rain for years. Their surfaces had long hardened into solid clumps, almost like miniature mountain peaks, bearing clear traces of time.
Within the most inconspicuous mound, World Extinction had been hiding for several years.
Wild grass had grown from his head, reaching a full three zhang high, with several yellow flowers blooming among it.
He had completely blended into the riverbank environment. Even if someone stood right beside him, they would struggle to notice him. As he gazed at the distant island, everything around him had ceased to matter.
It was another day of clear skies and fresh air.
World Extinction murmured gloomily, a trace of irritation appearing in his eyes.
"Why have the lords not returned yet?"
"It seems this island is a little more troublesome than I imagined."
At that thought, World Extinction could not help feeling a trace of shame over the impatience he had just felt.
"Alas, my state of mind is still not sufficient."
"I have merely waited here for a few years, yet I have already developed such strange emotions. I truly should not! The lords are surely still fighting desperately for the great cause, giving a thousand or even a hundred thousand times more than I am. The hardships involved have already surpassed imagination..."
"I cannot contribute even the slightest