Beneath Spirit Mountain's ink-dark sky.
A corpse as massive as a mountain lay motionless amid the rubble.
Its head was utterly shattered, and foul black blood gathered into a river, winding across the ground with a sizzling hiss.
In the distance.
The Old Flood Dragon and the White-Eyed Demon Emperor, who had just been plotting how to stall for time, froze in midair, unable to advance or retreat.
Stall?
Stall, my ass!
The two ancient demons, who had lived through countless ages, did not even need to exchange a glance.
"Run!"
Boom-!!!
Two streaks of light erupted almost simultaneously.
One surged with rolling black lightning, shooting toward the eastern horizon without looking back, while the other dissolved into a skyful of white mist, its elusive figure fleeing west.
They clearly intended to split up.
As for who lived and who died, that depended entirely on this formidable young lady's mood, and... whose life was harder to snuff out.
The girl stood where she was and tilted her head slightly upward.
Her gaze shifted briefly between the two streaks of light.
Then.
The void beneath her feet exploded.
Like an arrow loosed from its bow, she shot straight toward the cloud of white mist to the west.
Fleeing frantically, the Old Flood Dragon sensed the killing intent suddenly recede and was instantly overcome with joy.
That fifty-fifty chance of survival had actually fallen to him!
White-Eye, oh, White-Eye, don't blame this emperor for being heartless. Better a fellow cultivator die than me. Every year on the anniversary of your death, I'll be sure to burn a few extra sheets of spirit money for you!
The Old Flood Dragon recited this inwardly, but his fleeing streak of light only grew faster.
Meanwhile, the White-Eyed Demon Emperor's heart had gone half cold.
Feeling